Turning Pounds to Kilos

You heard me! This CrossFitter turned into a Weightlifter this weekend for my very first weightlifting meet.

I am so proud of myself. As a 63kg lifter (or 138.6lb for those, like me, who still have a very limited ability to multiply by 2.2), I made a 122kg total (my highest snatch + clean & jerk) and made 3/6 lifts. Would it have been awesome to go 4/6? For sure! Would it have been even more awesome if I had PR’d my snatch? Duh! How about if I didn’t smash my chin on the barbell on its way up for my first jerk? You betcha!! But I was just there to dip my toes in the weightlifting water, and now that I’ve done it I think I’m addicted to the high.

When describing my experience afterwards and explaining just what the heck happens at a weightlifting meet, I had more than one person bring up the fact that they didn’t think I looked like I weighed 138.6 pounds. They also justified my weight for me by telling me that it was “probably all muscle”.

Well, yeah. A lot of it is muscle. But some of it is bones, some more of it is fat, some of it is my organs, and a lot of it is other things I don’t know how to pronounce. But I didn’t need you to tell me that. I knew it already, because, well, it’s my body.

138.6. Am I supposed to feel uncomfortable with that number?

I weighed in at 63kg on the dot– Literally 63.0kg. And the fact that I did it without really giving up my nightly dose of sun nut butter and the occasional sweet potato binge? Yeah, I’m even more confident in that 138.6 pounds.

CrossFit and weightlifting don’t put a value on the number on the scale. Sure, weightlifting classifies you into weight classes, but that’s done so that your lifts are only competing against others with a similar body weight as you. The women who win the 75kg weight class and the women who win the 63kg weight class are equally respected and regarded as the best, regardless of the number on the scale. Just add it to the running list of reasons why I love these sports: women and men are valued and rewarded for the way that their bodies move and the things that they can accomplish, not how aesthetically pleasing they look while they do them.


After failing my first two snatch attempts, I finally hit that pesky 54kg

I was 138.6 pounds on Saturday morning at 7am. Tomorrow, I’m probably going to hover around 141, maybe even tip the scale at 142 by the time I go to sleep. Guess what? I still fit into my pants. Guess what else? I’m probably a little bit stronger at 142 than I am at 138.6. What’s more? I love myself at 138.6 just as much as I love myself at 142, and probably just as much as I would love myself at 135.

I don’t blame these people for trying to reassure me. The world tells all of us from the very beginning that women should always be dissatisfied with the number on the scale. But I’m not dissatisfied, I’m actually really freaking proud.

Sending self love,



Hi, World!

Let’s jump right in, shall we?

Hi! My name is Maggie. As a rookie in the CrossFit universe, my life has already been changed for the greater good by indulging in this crazy, fantastic and extremely addicting sport.


(That’s me! Photo credit to CrossFit Bloomington)

I am about to begin my senior year at Indiana University in Bloomington and haven’t felt much emotion about graduation other than severe anxiety. With the next year ahead of me I plan to funnel that anxiety into figuring out what to do with my Journalism degree and becoming the best CrossFitter that I can. What that means, I’m not sure. Whether it’s dead lifting 200 pounds, continuing my Paleo adventures past summer break (yikes!) or some other great CrossFitting monument we will just have to wait and see.

I do have to give you one, very large disclaimer. I am, by no means, perfect. I don’t go to they gym seven days a week; hell, to make it five days a week is a struggle. I work a full-time internship and sitting in a cube for nine hours a day can be exhausting. But on the days when I don’t want to come home and gorge my feelings on an entire bottle of wine, I find that CrossFit is my perfect way to realign my head with my body and, quite frankly, my spirit.

I do not eat perfectly, either. I aspire to be a Paleo goddess, but realistically that isn’t going to happen. To preface my new Paleo lifestyle, you have to know a little bit more about my recent intestinal history. When I was spending fifty percent of my day complaining about stomach aches, I decided to stop eating gluten. It decreased the frequency of the stomach aches, but they didn’t go away entirely. So, after being tested for IBS and Chrones (both negative), I was stumped. And then I joined Crossfit Deerfield when i got home from school, right as they were beginning a 30 day Paleo Diet challenge.

I was a changed woman after just one week. By taking out all of the gluten substitutes (corn, rice, white potatoes) and processed foods I was eating that I thought were healthy, I was stomach ache free and finally treating my body with respect.

I still eat crap sometimes. If I really want that chocolate chip cookie at work, I’m gonna eat the cookie. If I want the crusty part of a piece of bread (right before I throw the rest away), I’m going to do it! And this is for two reasons. Number one, I don’t have the self control. Point blank. And number two, I don’t want to deprive myself of something I want. If I keep denying myself that chocolate, I’m going to keep wanting it until I finally explode and eat an entire bag of chocolate chips (which has never happened but very well could…).

So I would suggest not reading my blog for the latest tips on the sport or health food updates, because I’m not your gal! I represent real life. A real life college student who is not sponsored by Reebok, is not farting money out of her pockets, and is definitely not perfect, but loves to CrossFit and tries to take care of her body.

I hope you enjoy reading about my journey, and I can’t wait to share more!