I wonder if
you have heard of Crossfit. If this cult-like gym has taken over your life or
the life of your loved ones. If these people leave the house for hours at a time, climbing
into $70 shorts from Lulu Lemon, chanting ‘we don’t use machines, we become
them’, jogging out the door to join their fellow crossfitters, glassy eyed as
they perform pull ups, clean and jerks.
Perhaps it
is not quite as dramatic as all that, however my sister has, in less than a
year, become a paleo-eating, state-competing, die-hard cross fitter. Her
boyfriend Hayden is to blame for this transformation, from Emily being a normal
young lady to becoming a 152 centimetre (yes, she’s very short,) lump of muscle
with shins covered in scabs from box jumps and snatches. Again, perhaps I am exaggerating,
but the most upsetting change my sister has made is that now she eats the paleo
diet- in summary, no grains, no dairy and no sugar. NO SUGAR. Oh how sad my
life has become, I can now only force feed cupcakes to my parents! They don’t appreciate
the depth of flavour of salted caramel, nor the appropriate texture of whipped
chocolate ganache!
