The End of it All

So, Paleo finally came to an end. I am not the happiest with it. I didn't get to see all the results that I wanted to see, that ZachR did see. That was the most frustrating part. He saw amazing results; his workouts improved; he felt way better. I didn't. My body didn't change nearly at all, except getting sick when I eat dairy. I lost only 1% body fat and 4#. Not nearly worth the pain of Paleo. My workouts have been stagnant for 8 months, but a little more energy when I am sucking at them. I am not patient enough to wait another 30 days to see if it works more then. I already had ice cream and tequila. I made the decision today, though, that I prefer the Zone. I felt much better on the Zone. I could drink, I wasn't as restricted. I saw more results in my workouts and my body. I am going to start that up again. With Zach still doing Paleo, it shouldn't be too hard. Here's hoping.

As for the workouts, they have been awful. I haven't been able to pull more than 225 off the ground since Nov. That's absurd. I am stuck in a horrible rut. My shoulder has been feeling better in workouts, though. I am just so weak with anything overhead that it's not even funny. That's why I do CF, though. I did do Filthy Fifty (per my choice) in Minnesota with the very new, small gym of CFMinneapolis. That workout felt really good. I felt strong the entire 30:19.

Also, I made the executive decision today that I am going to participate in a Sprint Triathalon. I suck at running and am terrified of riding a bike, so this should be interesting. I have always wanted to do it. What better time than now? I found one for next July to give me plenty of time for training.