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Ok, the ugly ring worm is gone from my forehead and wrist, I could have trained last night, but didn’t want to chance it. This morning I wake up and BAM!!!!!!!!!!! All gone, just a little redness, but that’s not contagious! So happy! Two weeks off the mats and I felt like the biggest slacker, I didn’t want to go just to watch because I would have wanted to get in and mix it up, not to mention shaking hands, and risking a spread, but it’s full throttle from here on out! The best part of all of this is that the day I go back I’m partaking in a seminar with none-other then the great Royler Gracie! You want to talk about someone that you’d love to meet one in your life time, Royler, Rickson, and of coarse the man himself, the founder of BJJ Mr. Helio Gracie! He’s like 96years old, and I’d like to meet him before he passes, but who knows when that’s going to be, or if that’s going to be, I’ll make sure to take photos of the event! Man I’m excited!

I’ve been doing my K-Bell CF while off the mats this was last nights–I named it Natasha….

100 clean and Jerks each arm with me 16Kg bell

200 push ups

200 Swissball reverse crunches

200 curls with bell (double grip on one bell)

I got as far as 57 on the clean & Jerks before I felt it would be unsafe to do anymore.

I know that my stats say one thing, but those are off. I started those stats about three weeks or so after I started cutting weight. Before I started the weight cut I was walking around at 180-185. I cannot say 100% which of the two I was at when I started wanting to lose weight to compete, but I was heavier, and eating everything & anything I wanted at whatever time I wanted to. I would eat lunch, then not eat again for almost 10 to 12 hrs later, wow! I knew I was hungry, but I didn’t think it was as unhealthy as I’ve learned it is.

I think that if I can ever point to one moment in my life and clearly say, that is the moment that’s changed my life, getting ready for that competition is one of them. Without knowing about clean eating I started basically eating like a vegetarian, and eating when I felt hungry; oddly enough that was about 4-6 times a day. The energy went through the roof until the protein needs started eating away at the muscle, but up till that point I was good. It was that point when I started reading more. One of my teammates sent me an article on the need to rest–because I wasn’t. That’s how I found bodyspace.

I caught the be healthy bug, and loved it! It didn’t help that I’m very passionate about health, and Jiu-Jitsu. Once I read some blogs I joined, and started reading article after article about eating clean. Not to mention the montra in here, "Diet is 80% of your physical fitness." That made me really think. How the hell is could that be?. Thinking lead to reading, and reading lead to knowing, which then lead applying, and here I am, 10-15lbs lighter.

I stepped on the scale this morning and took the first readout as wrong, 171…. yeah right, after the third time on and still 171.0 I was shocked. Wow, I’m making it, the stomach is flatter, and the abs are starting to show with just with breathing. This can, no will happen! Six pack by June! Now I just have to start working them more then twice a week…

So, I’m at least 10lbs richer, because that 10lbs came with a lot of learning, a lot of eating, and so much more healthy energy it’s hard to put it in perspective. The arrogant person in me wants to say I have no one to thank, but that’s such a lie! I have a lot of people to thank, first off my teammate for sending my that article, then all of you. Thanks! You’ve given my great insight on how to calculate the portions (still learning more about that) crossfit, and how to target. More then that you’ve showed me through how you make your body, so it’s not just words, it’s what work, and peer pressure… Thanks for keeping the e-contact, and making it an exciting thing to get on here and talk about progress!

So, as a lot of you already know I’ve got two kids, paid for, and all. This morning I’m getting my morning protein shake ready in the kitchen when I hear, rumble-rumble, thump-rumble, DID ISA FALL!! (In a little voice) Then Paaaaapi!! so, the scooper for the oatmeal I just spooned into my shake goes flying and I’m full speed up the stairs, and who do I see pouting? The wife, and she’s holding the daughter, that just fell off the bed. I knew she wasn’t hurt because she was doing her I’m pissed off whiny cry, not her, ouch I’m hurt cry.

All I could say was, well we knew it was going to happen sooner or later. Then my wife was like, yeah, pout, but… then hugs the baby. She said while she was changing her, she rolled, and slid feet first, her but broke the fall, and my wife caught the daughter just as she hit the floor. Wifey said everything went in slow motion. I wanted to hold my little girl, and my son was already, hugging her feet, so my wife gave me the girl. As soon as I get her. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA then tears, then screams, then more WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I was like, yeah, she’s not hurt because if she was, then she would have been crying like this…. Daddy’s’ little girl my ass… lol

In order to stop the crying I give her back to momy, something about mothers, even til this day, I feel a certain level of safety around my mother. Yeah, I said it, my Moms still fights for me… ok, she only did that once, but I was bullied by a high school guy one day on my way to school–I was in 5th grade. I can still see my mother slamming him on the floor by his shirt  collar, and punching him in the face, saying, fight back, you little pussy!!! I love my mother! Oh she also took the bat from my and gave me a belt, told me to wrap it so the buckle hit him, again she rocks. That guy got so beat up that day, my bother was well known, and everyone knew me as the playful one that never looked for trouble so when they saw me crying, then saw me hit that guy, and take my glasses back they jumped him, so he got beat up by the guys in his school, punched by a fith grader, and beat by a mother…. wow talk about going off topic.

I know that sounds lame / impossible, but ever since my obliques started getting stronger, I can’t get my abs to flex the same anymore. Now that I think about it sneezing hurts too. I think I partially separated my floating rib about a year ago, so now whenever I flex that side, stretching, sneezing, anything I can feel the tingle from there. Back to the abs, any suggestions? I feel like such a tool…..

I don’t got to the gym, for me it’s all about my two kettlebells, the floor, doorway, and my Swiss ball. Since I’ve moved the pull ups have not been easy, IE no pull up bar, so I use the ledge of the doorway–Ninja Worrier style. Since I’ve set the new goal of six pack by June I decided last night was going to be 85% abs on the Swiss ball. So I was watching the Ridge Line Fitness guy on youtube and took a few of the things he was doing and worked them myself. It wasn’t until I put more air in my ball that I realized it’s too big. It’s a great seat, AWESOME for SOCOM, but that’s not happening anymore, so, it could be used for other things…..

So, there I am, working out, and lost. I didn’t write down what I wanted to do, so I couldn’t remember what set I was on, and where to stop/start. Just the slow isolated moved that I was doing where enough to make me sweat like a fat man. I finally get to the second time around on my Swiss ball for my swimmers kicks, and circles, when my wife is like, that looks dangerous. As I went to say, what are you talking about, my body weight shifted and I went upside down, getting pinned between the ball and the wall. Without blinking she say, see, that’s what I was talking about, you need good balance to do that, or you’re going to end up looking like you do now.

Did she even try to get the ball off my back, no, shit, she didn’t even stop putting things away. I swear it’s like I just went from sitting up to leaning back in her eyes. Meanwhile I’m upside down, with my chin in my chest, legs flying all over the place, as I’m trying to walk my hands up the wall to get back on top of the ball. Finally I said to myself, screw it, and fell side ways. No sooner then my leg touched the floor did I pop up, looked at here, and said, gee, thanks for the help. I wasn’t too surprised when she giggled, an Oh, ma bad, thought you had it…. Dork… that was my response to her. Think that would stop me, nope, back on the ball and I finish my set.

Since I don’t have a pull up bar I’m doing this one armed pull up mod on the swiss ball, NIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!!! I felt that more this morning then I’ve ever felt any pull ups the next day, felt so gooood! I have a curse, I can workout to failure rest ten minutes and start all over again. That sucks for the abs because I need / want to feel that breaking point, and since I don’t have a gym at home and I don’t workout at a gym it’s a hard thing to do. If anyone knows a great way to do this please let me know, oh and planks kick ass when you do this series; came up with it last night.

Plank series:

tighten the abs, flex the hips to the chest and hold for five breaths

lift right hip up and flex the left obliques — hold for five breaths

switch sides and repeat, that’s one set. I did those until failure..

I’m not sure how many of you sit on your ass all day like me, but I tell you, it sucks!!! I have never had as many problems with my back as I do now. All day long it’s like an internal battle to sit with good posture, but it last about as long as I’m thinking about it, then slouch! Not to mention it’s really tuff to stay awake…. So if you where ever wondering, yes, I’m bored….

Anyone that has read my blogs knows that I’m a k-bell junkie. I was looking at this site to learn how to get a better workout with my Swiss ball, that linked to a site that had a great article on kettlebells. So for anyone that wants to read about it, or see a guy that honestly has a chiseled build from them check this site out. Read the article and let me know what you think about it.

Oh BTW, BCAA & Protein, actually work for me. Forgot to take them after my workout last night and I’m hurting today…   Man I love the pumped feeling I get after working out heavy. Looking in the mirror after isn’t half bad either… lol

So last night I was in class training, love that place! Well I was rolling (sparring) with one of the students that is the same level as me, but he’s got a chipped bone in his ankle. So as we’re rolling, I’m stopping a lot, to make sure that the position we’re in is not hurting him, so it’s a light roll. Some how he gets on top, puts his knee on my sternum and I defend. Now the proper defense for this is to turn your back away from the person so your back is in the direction of their chest, while simultaneously pushing their knee off you.

Ok, so, I do this, once, nothing–put I get more on my side, tiwce, still nothing, fourth or fith time it works. Works a little too good, as soon as I get his knee off my sternum his drops to the mat, in pure pain. I knew something was wrong, I could feel it in my hands as his leg started to move, so by the time he was on the mat I was already sitting up with my hand on my head knowing that I could do nothing for him, that’s the worst feeling I can think of having while training. Last thing you want to do is hurt a friend, even if accidentally. Well my instructor sends someone for ice, and I’m running to the bathroom to get the first aid kit, but there is no cold pack in there. By the time I come one he’s no longer in a ball, but struggling to get his wrap of the ankle. So I reach out to start unwrapping and he’s yelling rip it off, don’t be gentle just rip the tape!!! I look at him and calmly say, I can’t do that, you’re in enough pain, I’ll move as fast as I can though.

It was rough, the whole time I’ve got his foot like a inch from my face, and I’m trying not to move the ankle, but as the tape comes off it get stuck, and I’ve got no other choice. By the time the ice gets there we’ve taken a lot of pressure off the ankle and he’s not in so much pain, but the ice is in a cup….. So I go back to the bathroom dump all the paper towels out of the plastic and use that as a bag. I must have apologized like 40 times, but I still feel like it’s my fault. I should have had more control, more patients, I knew he was injured, I should have just let him get the position and I’d work from there, but in the heat of the moment reflects take over…

After we spoke; he took the responsibility, and took the blame, and it was one of those holding door open you first, no you first moments. By now it’s time to spar again and my instructors second in command tells me, hey you’re in lets go, so I go. This time I’m with the largest person in class, who loves the top game, I know that he’s stronger then me and heavier, so I’m not letting him get into his game. I know he’s setting his grips and just as I say, hmm I should dom something, nah let me counter with better grips, he alligator roles and I go flying, he gets on top and just rakes his forearm into my top lip. I tapped, got up and was like WTF! Yo, what are you doing! Calm the F down, shit! This look of shock runs across his face, and I realize, shit it’s not you, I’m still really emotional about the ankle thing, and apologies. I think I broke the other guys ankle, damn! What a loser, no control and I hurt a friend. Totally bummed about that.

I thought that would be the right way to start this blog. The reason that I say that I’m greedy, is simple. I bought two kettle bells, and I only truly need one. I thought that my wife would be able to use the one that I have to do squats, and abs, but it’s too heavy–it’s 35lbs. Women, I just found out today should start with 18 or 26lbs, but 18 is the recommended. So I’m like, well I don’t need two, I’ll just sell the other one and use the money to buy my wife her lighter weight k-bell, but as soon as I call my cousin and he’s like yeah, I’ll take it, I start thinking, do I really need to sell it… lol It’s the damn cake and eat it too syndrome… lol

Other then that I love those things!!! I did the whole body in 30 minutes, dripping with sweat and veins about to pop out of my forearms!! There are a few body parts I don’t see the guide on here hit, so I might see if I can get those up…. Wonder who I need to talk to about that….

Ok, I don’t really, but, I hate the jar that I have now. I left it sitting for a while, and it settled on the bottom, so the jar of peanut butter was part oil, part brick style peanut…. Well after almost a whole day of stabbing twisting, turning, and internal yelling, I’ve got the brick to be the same consistency of the oil….. AKA I’ve gotten no where! No I’ve got a jacked up hand, and I can’t get the smell of peanut off of it…. Thought that I’d share that, seeing as how that was a major part of todays snacks…. So I’ll be using the less bricky version on my rice cake… lame! It’s supposed to be Smooooooooooooooooth… puhhhhhhhh