<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677279450559583710</id><updated>2012-02-13T08:01:45.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xfitting to stay alive</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madwired.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677279450559583710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madwired.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Madwired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496460378931004938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFlOMbXgbz0/TzkwKNnj0RI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RyRDSlAW5Fk/s220/328255_10150380079988691_737168690_8677393_498794588_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677279450559583710.post-4384334368566813587</id><published>2012-02-13T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T08:01:45.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tri-State Throwdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cIMA4uH5duc/TzkaG4TR76I/AAAAAAAAAGU/wLHeRQDxyUE/s1600/tst1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cIMA4uH5duc/TzkaG4TR76I/AAAAAAAAAGU/wLHeRQDxyUE/s320/tst1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my first event this week at ACF, the Tri-State Throwdown.&amp;nbsp; I planned to come to the event just to see what it was all about.&amp;nbsp; I have been pretty amped up recently, so I wanted to keep that momentum.&amp;nbsp; I emailed KeHo and volunteered my time, thinking that this whole thing would be over by 10:30am.&amp;nbsp; Shortly before I left, my wife told me that she heard on the radio that people should stop by in the afternoon and check it out.&amp;nbsp; YIKES!!&amp;nbsp; Man, I hope they don't need me all day - I shouldn't leave my pregnant wife alone with my 2-year old all day.&amp;nbsp; After five years of marriage, this much I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I showed up and was completely surprised to see the parking lot pretty full.&amp;nbsp; I walked in and found Wendell, a buddy from my 5:45 Morning Mayhem.&amp;nbsp; He also emailed Kevin and was there to help.&amp;nbsp; So, we helped to get people registered and handed out waivers to the out-of-towners.&amp;nbsp; There was a lot of excitement in the air.&amp;nbsp; All the competitors I knew were happy to see and friendly face and know that there would be some sort of a cheering section for them. I started to feed off of the vibes of the competitors.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to do a WOD.&amp;nbsp; I was excited to see what the hell was going to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uJ9BbeseUQk/TzkaMA4Jx2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/GS7JYXpVwlA/s1600/tst2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uJ9BbeseUQk/TzkaMA4Jx2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/GS7JYXpVwlA/s320/tst2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judges (and volunteers) meeting at 8:20.&amp;nbsp; This was my favorite part of the day.&amp;nbsp; To see my coaches and my trainers being a part of this and making sure that they were all on the same page.&amp;nbsp; They were joking about their most regular criticism to competitors to "open your hips".&amp;nbsp; The crowd was full of cheer and desire to keep the day fair and consistent.&amp;nbsp; I am always amazed with Brett.&amp;nbsp; He volunteered to be the example for the group of how to properly perform each exercise, and kept the fun times going.&amp;nbsp; After the laughs, the benchmarks were set, standards discussed, and a genuine feeling of excitement was billowing down the hall into the triple-wide. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have to salute these judges, there were a lot of tough calls they had to make throughout the day, and they made them with no bias and with all the encouragement they could muster.&amp;nbsp; They wanted their competitor to succeed.&amp;nbsp; I saw what happend when someone gets stuck on an event.&amp;nbsp; That judge just stands around and waits.&amp;nbsp; The best of the judges were encouraging, and just like in our regular classes it seemed to help.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These competitors are amazing! One of the women who was from out of town was doing her first round WOD in front of me.&amp;nbsp; I mean, like inches from me.&amp;nbsp; I tried my best to stay out of the way, but could not help but watch her for most of the round.&amp;nbsp; I could not believe what I saw about halfway though the WOD.&amp;nbsp; 4:30 out of 8:00 to be precise.&amp;nbsp; She got caught up on #3 out of 6 of her HSPUs.&amp;nbsp; Those things are murder, and I completely understand, but I counted her out.&amp;nbsp; I figured that if she was somehow able to get through this 6, there is NO WAY she could do any more.&amp;nbsp; To my surprise and shock, she finished those six.&amp;nbsp; And then she went on to complete two more full rounds after that!&amp;nbsp; Maybe I need to change my own mindset...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Normally, I try to keep my pace, even if I am being pushed harder by my coach.&amp;nbsp; Not today.&amp;nbsp; Today I went balls-to-the-wall and kicked the crap out of my last few rounds, and never checked the clock.&amp;nbsp; I kept my intensity up because for the first time I saw a real competitor: a 120 pound girl that I think is pretty badass!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1677279450559583710-4384334368566813587?l=madwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madwired.blogspot.com/feeds/4384334368566813587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madwired.blogspot.com/2012/02/tri-state-throwdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677279450559583710/posts/default/4384334368566813587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677279450559583710/posts/default/4384334368566813587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madwired.blogspot.com/2012/02/tri-state-throwdown.html' title='Tri-State Throwdown'/><author><name>Madwired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496460378931004938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFlOMbXgbz0/TzkwKNnj0RI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RyRDSlAW5Fk/s220/328255_10150380079988691_737168690_8677393_498794588_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cIMA4uH5duc/TzkaG4TR76I/AAAAAAAAAGU/wLHeRQDxyUE/s72-c/tst1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677279450559583710.post-3347793361052832883</id><published>2012-02-10T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T06:32:13.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HEUxQoQpN8/TzVDrH3mBMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lUw8plHuYZI/s1600/define_quitter-uwlzzz-d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HEUxQoQpN8/TzVDrH3mBMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lUw8plHuYZI/s1600/define_quitter-uwlzzz-d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have tried to quit this program on about 5 different occasions.&amp;nbsp; Now, two of those came during on-ramp, but those don't count.&amp;nbsp; The others happened for me a few months in.&amp;nbsp; I was a Crossfit up-and-comer (at least in my eyes).&amp;nbsp; I was coming in, abiding to the diet, and seeing results.&amp;nbsp; I only did three days a week, but I was there for every one of those days.&amp;nbsp; Brett suggested to try more days, he was seeing me progress and I think he was even a little proud of me.&amp;nbsp; I went to my first day with a new coach (Dean), and found it pretty interesting to experience Crossfit through another trainer's eyes.&amp;nbsp; I was liking this extra day, things were good. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, it happened.&amp;nbsp; I was off schedule.&amp;nbsp; The next day was just a little too rough for me to make it to my WOD.&amp;nbsp; So I told myself that is was ok to miss a class.&amp;nbsp; Then it became easier to miss more classes.&amp;nbsp; Mostly for bullshit reasons.&amp;nbsp; I was tired.&amp;nbsp; I was sore.&amp;nbsp; There were maybe 2-3 real good excuses in there, but I started to fall back into that old lazy mindset.&amp;nbsp; Then, I got a little sick.&amp;nbsp; Just a little head cold.&amp;nbsp; And that was it.&amp;nbsp; I was completely off my game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started to blame the holidays and the fact that work has been stressful.&amp;nbsp; Even the construction of the awesome new expansion at ACF was a negative for me at that time.&amp;nbsp; December and January were bad for workouts, but I kept convincing myself that diet alone could get me the same results. In the end, they didn't.&amp;nbsp; And, without my regular workouts, I was WAY more likely to cheat on my diet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The most surprising thing to me, and it really surprises me EVERY TIME that it happens, is that I wanted to quit.&amp;nbsp; The absence of everything that is great about Crossfit made me feel that I didn't need it.&amp;nbsp; The cost of the program becomes an easy scapegoat.&amp;nbsp; When I approached my wife with the proposition of leaving and starting to go back to my old gym, she was disappointed.&amp;nbsp; She told me, very bluntly in fact, that nothing else I had ever tried worked.&amp;nbsp; Weight watchers -- put the weight right back, and ate some pretty crappy food along the way.&amp;nbsp; My old gym - it was a nice place for me to go and leisurely break a sweat, but again no results.&amp;nbsp; The ONLY thing she had seen work for me was Crossfit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ntMRJ5so1M/TzVKA_66UvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/h8IzrytpJR4/s1600/How-to-Avoid-Quitting-300x199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ntMRJ5so1M/TzVKA_66UvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/h8IzrytpJR4/s1600/How-to-Avoid-Quitting-300x199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow, someway I got it back.&amp;nbsp; I reset my focus, and starting making up the workouts that I was just "too tired for."&amp;nbsp; I made a deal with myself that missing in the morning didn't excuse me from that day's WOD.&amp;nbsp; If I missed the Morning Mayhem class, then I made it up later in the day.&amp;nbsp; I spent a little time in the gym with Dean, Caleb, and Kevin.&amp;nbsp; They all said it was great to see me, but didn't see me there that often.&amp;nbsp; I liked the workouts, but I missed my MM lunatics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The family aspect of this experience is the same aspect that gets attacked so frequently.&amp;nbsp; The "cult" thing.&amp;nbsp; Without my friends here, I know I would back up that 15 lbs. and possibly more!&amp;nbsp; Potentially risking my life by getting fatter and fatter.&amp;nbsp; My goals are still the same, but my path is now well defined.&amp;nbsp; I now know that I have support at home, and in the gym!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1677279450559583710-3347793361052832883?l=madwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madwired.blogspot.com/feeds/3347793361052832883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madwired.blogspot.com/2012/02/quitting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677279450559583710/posts/default/3347793361052832883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677279450559583710/posts/default/3347793361052832883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madwired.blogspot.com/2012/02/quitting.html' title='Quitting'/><author><name>Madwired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496460378931004938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFlOMbXgbz0/TzkwKNnj0RI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RyRDSlAW5Fk/s220/328255_10150380079988691_737168690_8677393_498794588_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HEUxQoQpN8/TzVDrH3mBMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lUw8plHuYZI/s72-c/define_quitter-uwlzzz-d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677279450559583710.post-7291193911415913662</id><published>2012-02-10T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T06:35:11.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I need Crossfit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZeilr4mZNQ/TzUfho2PmUI/AAAAAAAAABc/pvdC-QCdfzw/s1600/bored-in-gym-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZeilr4mZNQ/TzUfho2PmUI/AAAAAAAAABc/pvdC-QCdfzw/s1600/bored-in-gym-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I recently went to another gym to do some electrical work.&amp;nbsp; In fact, it was the gym that I used to belong to before I found Crossfit.&amp;nbsp; I found myself really looking around at all the people there who were getting their workout on.&amp;nbsp; It looked boring.&amp;nbsp; It looked like they were not getting anywhere as intense of a workout that I got on a regular basis.&amp;nbsp; They seemed to be going nowhere.&amp;nbsp; There were middle-aged guys with big bellies and ripped arms.&amp;nbsp; There were the young pretty people, but they were just here to tone and maybe get laid.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2f-rw6iJn4/TzUfiA0Jj5I/AAAAAAAAABk/pEvFattBwR8/s1600/strong_fat_guys2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2f-rw6iJn4/TzUfiA0Jj5I/AAAAAAAAABk/pEvFattBwR8/s320/strong_fat_guys2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately had a new feeling about my workouts and about Crossfit itself. I have been looking my whole life for a change in my health and physical appearance.&amp;nbsp; I wanted it to be easy, I wanted to see results, and I was lying to myself that it comes from 30 minutes on an elliptical machine.&amp;nbsp; My goals have been defined for a long time, it was just the path to those goals that never had that clarity.&amp;nbsp; Today, I am feeling good about my path, and know I could be doing better.&amp;nbsp; So, I will plug away, and get involved, and make myself better than yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQzSxMbryTQ/TzUdiJ7BSAI/AAAAAAAAABU/qf93euom2ZU/s1600/albany.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQzSxMbryTQ/TzUdiJ7BSAI/AAAAAAAAABU/qf93euom2ZU/s1600/albany.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1677279450559583710-7291193911415913662?l=madwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madwired.blogspot.com/feeds/7291193911415913662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madwired.blogspot.com/2012/02/why-i-need-crossfit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677279450559583710/posts/default/7291193911415913662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677279450559583710/posts/default/7291193911415913662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madwired.blogspot.com/2012/02/why-i-need-crossfit.html' title='Why I need Crossfit'/><author><name>Madwired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496460378931004938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFlOMbXgbz0/TzkwKNnj0RI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RyRDSlAW5Fk/s220/328255_10150380079988691_737168690_8677393_498794588_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZeilr4mZNQ/TzUfho2PmUI/AAAAAAAAABc/pvdC-QCdfzw/s72-c/bored-in-gym-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677279450559583710.post-2974545143323939926</id><published>2012-02-07T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T06:35:26.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weights and Measures</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="justify"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hq6CUNf4yq8/TzUizVp4GnI/AAAAAAAAABs/N7hRWtggohE/s1600/309-scale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hq6CUNf4yq8/TzUizVp4GnI/AAAAAAAAABs/N7hRWtggohE/s320/309-scale.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually stole this picture from another blog!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is actually where this whole journey began.&amp;nbsp; My Crossfit starting weight was 310lbs.&amp;nbsp; Of course now I wish I had a cool picture(that was actually mine) of it, but who the hell wants to take the before picture?!?!&amp;nbsp; So, I stole this picture from another fat guy's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ddeI4BVP46w/TzU0TEIc92I/AAAAAAAAAB0/m5ouxmMxPo0/s1600/photo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ddeI4BVP46w/TzU0TEIc92I/AAAAAAAAAB0/m5ouxmMxPo0/s320/photo1.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RLM-GHf-kqo/TzU0YZ9dvcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tfHhw392s3g/s1600/photo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RLM-GHf-kqo/TzU0YZ9dvcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tfHhw392s3g/s320/photo2.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Not sure why I can't turn these the right way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are mine, and it is where I am right now.&amp;nbsp; This particular scale was pretty accurate, but my weight can fluctuate about 8 pounds during the day.&amp;nbsp; These numbers represent a good average of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after my on-ramp period of Crossfit, I met with KeHo about my diet.&amp;nbsp; He encouraged me to take all sorts of measurements that I wish I had now.&amp;nbsp; Well, no time like the present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Date: 2/7/2012 &lt;br /&gt;Current Height:&amp;nbsp; 75"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Current Weight:&amp;nbsp; 295#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right Arm: 16 1/8"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Left Arm: 16 1/8"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right Thigh: 25 5/8"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Left Thigh: 25 3/4"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waist: 51"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1677279450559583710-2974545143323939926?l=madwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madwired.blogspot.com/feeds/2974545143323939926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madwired.blogspot.com/2012/02/weights-and-measures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677279450559583710/posts/default/2974545143323939926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677279450559583710/posts/default/2974545143323939926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madwired.blogspot.com/2012/02/weights-and-measures.html' title='Weights and Measures'/><author><name>Madwired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496460378931004938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFlOMbXgbz0/TzkwKNnj0RI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RyRDSlAW5Fk/s220/328255_10150380079988691_737168690_8677393_498794588_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hq6CUNf4yq8/TzUizVp4GnI/AAAAAAAAABs/N7hRWtggohE/s72-c/309-scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677279450559583710.post-8099785525925162347</id><published>2012-02-07T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T07:21:08.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...to stay alive?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qARnHlREczg/TzE7yI_HBzI/AAAAAAAAABM/D0gIIHl7T-g/s1600/heart-disease1-300x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qARnHlREczg/TzE7yI_HBzI/AAAAAAAAABM/D0gIIHl7T-g/s1600/heart-disease1-300x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between my father and his two brothers, there has been a heart attack, multiple bypass surgeries, at least 3 stents that I know about.&amp;nbsp; To say that heart disease is a small problem in my family is an understatement.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago I was having chest pain.&amp;nbsp; Not really chest pain, but just some discomfort.&amp;nbsp; I went to my primary doctor and he gave me an EKG.&amp;nbsp; Everything was fine.&amp;nbsp; Knowing my family history, he sent me to the family cardiologist... at age 30!&amp;nbsp; This was not a good sign.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months of tests and dieting attempts later, I was on drugs!&amp;nbsp; Not the fun ones, just ones that help me live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bij7iPpm6IM/TzE7D6aDKnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0lrCGEiabLE/s1600/lipitor_generic_20mg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bij7iPpm6IM/TzE7D6aDKnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0lrCGEiabLE/s200/lipitor_generic_20mg.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w9MOLl_PPm4/TzE7EQ1Y72I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_rAnw_Z-PeU/s1600/lisinopril-side-effects-300x231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w9MOLl_PPm4/TzE7EQ1Y72I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_rAnw_Z-PeU/s200/lisinopril-side-effects-300x231.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the drugs. I wish I didn't need them.&amp;nbsp; I have always found myself to be very capable, so it almost makes no sense to me that I can't get on top of this issue.&amp;nbsp; So, every night I take my drugs (and a multivitamin!) and hope that some day I can get off of them (not the vitamin).&amp;nbsp; Anyone know a good exercise program?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1677279450559583710-8099785525925162347?l=madwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madwired.blogspot.com/feeds/8099785525925162347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madwired.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-stay-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677279450559583710/posts/default/8099785525925162347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677279450559583710/posts/default/8099785525925162347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madwired.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-stay-alive.html' title='...to stay alive?!?'/><author><name>Madwired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496460378931004938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFlOMbXgbz0/TzkwKNnj0RI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RyRDSlAW5Fk/s220/328255_10150380079988691_737168690_8677393_498794588_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qARnHlREczg/TzE7yI_HBzI/AAAAAAAAABM/D0gIIHl7T-g/s72-c/heart-disease1-300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677279450559583710.post-7277779730546782649</id><published>2012-02-07T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T06:35:57.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dCvrVDugYlM/TzEvJQu2oNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Utr9Wx6lQtc/s1600/328255_10150380079988691_737168690_8677393_498794588_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dCvrVDugYlM/TzEvJQu2oNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Utr9Wx6lQtc/s320/328255_10150380079988691_737168690_8677393_498794588_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So this is my blog.&amp;nbsp; As a former communication student at UMASS Amherst and SUNY Albany, I actually was taught about these crazy "web-log-thingees" and how they effect society and are a valuable part of interpersonal communication.&amp;nbsp; I believe in all that, however I really feel that most blogs suck.&amp;nbsp; I do not want to write this for anyone or use this for any social good whatsoever.&amp;nbsp; My plan is different.&amp;nbsp; I an writing this for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been a fat kid my whole life.&amp;nbsp; Well, there were a few good years there from age 0-5, but that's of little consequence.&amp;nbsp; I have struggled and dieted, and basically stayed a fat guy up to the present day.&amp;nbsp; I hope to go about changing that in a new way.&amp;nbsp; I found Crossfit from a friend, and believe it to be the one thing that is actually, possibly, able to help me in this lifelong goal.&amp;nbsp; Through this "cult", I have found myself to be stronger than I previously thought I was, and I really want this to be the start of a major change for my life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am writing this blog for me.&amp;nbsp; If someone else reads it, then I hope it is not as boring as I think most blogs are.&amp;nbsp; I promise to myself to be honest, and to write like I think no one is reading this or ever will.&amp;nbsp; My own personal diary, with an added incentive to keep myself accountable to my goals.&amp;nbsp; Like my time in Crossfit, I don't know how long this will last, but I want to give the extra effort while I still want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ9-yMBJrjY/TzExFn4JGfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oS0JtWvaWhM/s1600/330020_10150380079883691_737168690_8677391_455555901_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ9-yMBJrjY/TzExFn4JGfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oS0JtWvaWhM/s320/330020_10150380079883691_737168690_8677391_455555901_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(One of my favorite pics - me after a great workout!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1677279450559583710-7277779730546782649?l=madwired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madwired.blogspot.com/feeds/7277779730546782649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madwired.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-this-is-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677279450559583710/posts/default/7277779730546782649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1677279450559583710/posts/default/7277779730546782649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madwired.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-this-is-my-blog.html' title='The beginning'/><author><name>Madwired</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496460378931004938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFlOMbXgbz0/TzkwKNnj0RI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RyRDSlAW5Fk/s220/328255_10150380079988691_737168690_8677393_498794588_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dCvrVDugYlM/TzEvJQu2oNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Utr9Wx6lQtc/s72-c/328255_10150380079988691_737168690_8677393_498794588_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
