Tuesday night I had a handful of chocolate chips for dinner. It was a small handful, and they were good. Wednesday I went on a sushi date. I need to get my sh*t together, the Open is a week away! But… Thursday I PR’d my front squat. So at least I maybe somethhing good came from my diet melt down. Or despite it at least. We’ll talk about some awesome WODs later. It’s already past my bedtime.
It could be all random coincidence, but Im starting to think when I eat crappy I injury comes my way. Hopefully my Chiro appointment tomorrow will put my ribs back where they belong again. They’ve been bugging me for a few days, but since the box vet told me I’m not causing any damage to keep working out (it’s just painful), I’ve obviously carried on. Although I think today’s 60 burpees were pushing it. Got suckered into a RU core tabata death march after the WOD and almost wondered if I’d ever get myself back up off the floor :-p