When an experiment goes right ^^

In the middle of January, I saw an ad on Facebook - "Join the CrossFit experiment!" I was intrigued and clicked it, seeing that you'd get two months of training for free, you had to attend classes two to three times a week, and had to do a test in the beginning and in the end to see how you progressed. 

Now, I am a very big girl, so I was reluctant to sign up - all the people in the pictures were either tiny, super skinny girls or big buff dudes. Since I am neither, I was worried I would stick out like a sore thumb, but after talking it over with my roommate, we decided to try it out; the worst that could happen was that we both hated it, and if that was the case, it was only for two months. 

We've been at it for a month now and I love it. I have not loved a form of exercise since I stopped swimming 11 years ago due to a broken eardrum. 
I am sore as hell all the time, I have bruises everywhere, and I die a little during every workout, but I ing love it! 
Because of my size and gravity, there are some exercises I still cannot do - mostly the ones where you do a pushup-position (pushups, burpees, mountain climber). Aside from my size, I've always had a weird, irrational phobia of doing pushups on my toes like you are supposed to, cause I am worried my toes will just break off. Totally irrational, I know, but I've never been able to shake that fear. 

There's a pretty well-known fitness quote: Exercise is not a punishment for what you eat, it's a celebration of what your body can do. For the first time EVER I feel that. I am weak as , but I can still do the majority of the exercises. I use tiny weights and sometimes have to do things differently, like doing pushups against the wall instead of on the floor, but I am DOING it. A week ago, I did 150 pushups (against the wall), 150 squats with a kettlebell, and 150 kettlebell swings. A month ago I couldn't even squat properly, lol. 

I know I am rambling a little, but I am just so genuinely happy and for the first time in my life, I am proud of my body. Not how it looks, but what it can do. I am so glad I stumbled on that ad and I am so glad my roommate agreed to go with me (and loves it too), cause I know I wouldn't have been brave enough to go on my own. I am just a very happy, albeit very bruised, camper.