Diary of a Newbie - Entry 4

Making a life change is really hard.

This is the story of someone looking to start getting healthier and live longer. “Frank” is a pseudonym, and he doesn’t like the internet, or writing, or even talking about himself, but this is his story, through his eyes.

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I took a day off yesterday. I was really sore. Made the mistake of getting on the scale. I know I shouldn’t expect to see results so soon, but…nothing. I’m not discouraged but was kinda hoping for a miracle.

My wife is pumped, though. She went to do a workout with her friend at another gym. She came home and said, “Frank, you’d LOVE it. There are guys your age lifting weights.”

So I asked her what the difference was. I thought it was going to be like a step class or something. She texted me a website. Top headline: “Live Better”, whatever that’s supposed to mean. I don't need a life coach. I’m just trying to drop a few pounds.

My life is good enough. At least, I think it is. Right? Great, I’m going to be thinking about that my whole shift.

I have friends at pickup basketball–or I did. I haven’t gone for a couple of years. Maybe I should get back into that, but I’ll get back in shape first. Plus I probably gained more weight from the beer after than I lost from playing anyway.

My wife is going back to CrossFit 43 North tomorrow to have a meeting. They’ll probably give her a sales pitch. I don’t know why they charge like double what I’m paying at this gym, but she’s excited so I’m not going to bring it up. There are worse things she could be spending the money on.

OK, my wife signed up at CrossFit 43 North. She’s doing some 1:1 training to get going. She’s really excited about it.

They told her I could come to the first session with her. So I’m torn: I don’t want to look dumb in front of her (cause I’m THE MAN, right?) On the other hand, if she’s going to start this CrossFit stuff, I probably don’t want to let her get way ahead of me. If I’m going to try it, now’s the time.

And I’ve got to admit something here: since we both started working out a couple of weeks ago, things are better between us. We talk about our workouts. We went grocery shopping together on Sunday. I didn’t really see it before, but I had my guard up about some stuff, and talking about fitness has really made us both open up a bit. Man, if you can’t be vulnerable with your wife, who CAN you be vulnerable with?

Valentine’s Day is coming. I know that doing stuff with her is better than buying her chocolates or flowers. So I’ll probably go with her and see what they do. I’ve been pretty consistent for three weeks, so I don’t think they’re going to kill me.

Well, we’ve done TWO sessions at CrossFit 43 North. We can schedule our private sessions at any time with our coach, so it was just her and us. Yep, girl coach. Not some teenybopper though. We had to do squats (way harder than you think, I can’t walk today) and then this little seven-minute challenge. No joke, we were in and out in just under an hour.

We went back the next day. I was pretty sore, but we did other stuff. I was pretty good at the deadlift and got to show off a bit, which was great. Another super short workout, but it’s HARD. Like harder than 90 minutes doing weight machines and cardio at the gym. I already see that there’s a huge difference between what I was doing and whatever this is called. It’s not cheap, but I get it now. It’s like personal training plus some homework to do between workouts.

Today my “homework” was to watch a video on nutrition and clean out our cupboards. Seems pretty easy. I’m bringing some boxes home from work and we’ll do that after dinner. Woooo, big plans for midweek! Better than watching Netflix, I guess.

Well, we cleaned out our cupboards. I have a truckload of stuff for the soup kitchen today. I guess we’re lucky to be able to afford all this stuff that we don’t actually need. Cupboards are pretty empty. But we had fun doing it: we had a glass of wine and started talking about the gym. Then–this is the REALLY funny part–we went to Netflix and saw a documentary about CrossFit. It’s like I’m in a cult and I can’t escape it anywhere.

My wife and I are on different schedules today, so I'm going by myself. I’m going to try and arrive a little before my scheduled session and watch the CrossFit group class going on at that time. I wonder if they will be doing anything like what I saw on Netflix. Those people are NUTS! But mostly I'm just curious if I'd fit in with the people in a CrossFit class.

Good news: I’m not exhausted at night. I used to collapse after dinner and wake up after an hour. Last night I was totally alert and we had a few laughs while we cleaned out the cupboards. We actually had a conversation. That’s something they should put on the website.