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Posts tagged “weight

Lift, eat, shut up

Posted on October 22, 2013

Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing this right. Even though what I’m doing works: lifting heavy and often, eating right, only doing cardio in short, intense bursts.  I’m extremely happy with it. I mean, it actually works when you apply it properly, & I’m pretty sure I’m applying it at least somewhat properly. I’ve dropped a good amount of body fat & added some muscle. I can tell this because I’m thinner than I used to be & I can pick up heavier things more times. So there you go. I guess some of me is muscle. Feels like muscle. This new stuff doesn’t jiggle. Anyway. Everything’s going all right. But I just wonder if I can do better. I still have a ring…

Where I’m at

Posted on June 23, 2013

I’ve started and abandoned like five or six different blog posts within the past month, all on different subjects, all for different reasons. There’s a lot I could go into, but I can’t seem to finish anything. Let’s spit something out, for chrisssake… I wrote a thing Been doing some writing for my local CrossFit box.  Here’s something I wrote on the importance of getting an adequate amount of Vitamin D. I think it’s pretty convincing — shit, it convinced me, because I started taking a Vitamin D supplement. More on that below. Anyway, periodically I’ll be writing articles for them about health and fitness topics. When I do, I’ll pass them along.  Good?  Good. That’s one subject down. Moving on. Re: training A couple…

How to deal with a lack of awesomeness

Posted on May 29, 2013

I’m not awesome every day. No, no — it’s true.  Every day I grapple with my own weakness. I wrestle it. We lock arms. I fling that son of a bitch into the turnbuckle and charge into its breadbasket with a lowered shoulder, and while it’s stunned I fucking get it in an arm bar and do it again. I look around at the crowd for approval (yes there’s a crowd), then drag it into the center of the ring and piledrive its head into the mat, flick the sweat off my extravagant chest hair, and pin it to win the intercontinental heavyweight championship of life. Sometimes it reverses the pin with a small package. The crowd loses its shit. I kick and wriggle,…