On Monday we started a paleo challenge at our gym for the month of September. You get points for every paleo meal you eat, for drinking 64+ oz of water a day, for sleeping at least 8 hours a night, and for taking fish oil. You also get points for working out, doing mobility, and eating protein after WODs. And the prize is a cornhole set from Rogue, so my game face is officially on.
To help keep us on track this month, I am spending both days this weekend prepping all sorts of Paleo freezer meals. On Saturday I am going to a friend’s house to make meals with her, and then on Sunday I am doing a workshop put on by a woman at our gym to make even MORE freezer meals. Let’s just hope I can find enough room in my dinky freezer.
To kick off the challenge, we had another round in the hydrostatic body fat test truck, aka the Dunk Tank. This really great woman named Roseanne comes to our gym in her Budget-Truck-turned-fat-test-lab and after she weighs you, you get in the tank (which is about the size of a hot tub) and go under the water, pushing all the air out of your lungs to see how much water you displace. It’s a little scary the first time because you kinda feel like you are about to drown, but this was my 3rd time doing it so I was less worried. And I found out that since my last body fat test at the beginning of February, my body fat percentage has stayed almost exactly the same at 22%, but my lean body mass has gone up by 1.5 lbs, which is great. Now if I could just gain about 10 more pounds of lean body mass, that would be even better. Workin on it!
So far the challenge is going well, minus getting about 1 hour of sleep last night after Luna got attacked by a vicious gang of yellow jackets when we let her out to pee before going to bed. She may or may not have popped a squat on their nest (did you know that yellow jacket nests can be UNDERGROUND like a tiny evil lair? WTF, nature?!) but is that really any reason to sting a poor innocent dog all over the place? She had 4 or 5 stings on her chest and at least one on her face, and we were up all night with her trying to initially figure out what was going on, and then once we figured it out and gave her some Benadryl, I was up the rest of the night afraid that I had just killed my dog with a Benadryl overdose. Also I decided that if getting 3 hours of broken sleep is what being a parent is like, my children are going to be raised by wolves.
Was that relevant? Debatable. Did I mention I’m half asleep? It’s true.