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So the rain and storms continue...when will it ever end?? Actually, the sun did peek out a little today, which was SO nice to see...BUT that didn't last long. More rain is coming-booo.

Anyway....yesterday was a strength day(yay, my fave!!), and it was seven sets of your 1 rep max on the deadlift. I ended up with 215lbs, a 10lb PR! Woohoo! Lifting heavy like that gets me SO pumped, I freakin' love it! It feels awesome.

Today's workout is only going to be 7 minutes, but I have a feeling it's going to be the longest 7 minutes of my life! You start with 3 pullups, then 3 thrusters(65lbs), then 6 pullups, 6 thrusters, 9 pullups, 9 thrusters....and so on until the 7 minutes is up. Sounds easy, but I am pretty sure it will be anything BUT.

Dinner tonight is going to be pot roast. I put it in the crockpot earlier, and I can't wait to come home to the smell of it filling the house! MMMMmmm! Yes, pot roast is high in fat, but you know what? I'm not as scared of fat as I used to be. From everything I've been reading lately, I have learned that it's most likely all the carbohydrates/sugar/processed foods that are making us so unhealthy and fat and causing all the diseases-NOT fat, even saturated fat! We should be MUCH more scared of sugar than we are of fat. Just something to think about! ;)

So since starting CrossFit and also decreasing my carb intake and increasing my fat, I have gained almost 5lbs! I'm pretty sure it's mostly muscle(I hope!!!), because I don't feel like I've gained body fat(maybe a small amount, but I'm fine with that). I always thought I had to eat a ton of carbs to grow muscle, but it has definitely not been the case! Gaining weight is a huge deal for me. I'm glad I've finally found something that works, because what I was doing for years wasn't cutting it. Now lets hope we can get this BOOTY to grow!!

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