<?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-573108386470231274</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:11:21.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quest For Fitness, One Step At A Time</title><subtitle type='html'>No rest, no mercy, no matter what</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-5071033572099233246</id><published>2009-09-24T11:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:39:31.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, the first week of class...</title><content type='html'>All right, time to blog. Yeah I know I haven't been up in this much for about a week and a half, but its not because I have been lazy. I just have a crap ton of things going on right now and it has been insane. So basically last week I got everything I needed to get done for school, and then I went job hunting and got really lucky, I have my third interview today with the GM so I will most likely know whether or not I'm hired by tonight... which will be a relief either way. Then of course school was about to start and I was going out with friends celebrating in the only way a college kid can, gratuitous amounts of alcohol. I have to say that despite my indulgences over the past two weeks, my body has responded terrifically. In fact, I actually lost weight and as of right now am sitting around the 178 -180 range, so at least I know I'm doing something right despite all the shenanigans. I think a lot of that has to do with how worried I was about coming back up to school, knowing the temptations would be there... but planning ahead and being conscious of food all the time every day has really helped. I haven't even had a hangover binge, which is a huge accomplishment for me.  The only thing I have had trouble with is the working out, with all the sudden changes it has been hard for me to find a niche, so that is the next big obstacle I must overcome. Luckily now everything is settling down and I will have more time to figure things out. I'll def. start on Monday, if not sometime this weekend. Oh, and far as I know still... date on Friday :) I hope that works out because I'm sick of this being lonely, doing my own laundry, living like a complete bachelor thing... even despite the perks. I'll be sure to post back with the news on that battlefield. Oh boy! TIME FOR ANOTHER CLASS! Ugh. Have a good one everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-5071033572099233246?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/5071033572099233246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=5071033572099233246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/5071033572099233246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/5071033572099233246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/09/ah-first-week-of-class.html' title='Ah, the first week of class...'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-5937313069194642484</id><published>2009-09-18T10:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:43:49.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive</title><content type='html'>I'm alive, its just been nuts, I'm sorry for those of you concerned. Everything is fine, job prospect looks good and I'm nearly ready for school to start. Gotta run back to cinci today, might make a longer post out of this tonight, once I get back. Have a good one everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-5937313069194642484?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/5937313069194642484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=5937313069194642484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/5937313069194642484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/5937313069194642484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-6171401632031234537</id><published>2009-09-10T09:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:35:56.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Week</title><content type='html'>Hmm... hovering around 185 right now. It's been a crazy week what with me getting ready to go back up to school, probably tonight. I hope to finally get over to mikes and get a good lift in beforehand, then I have dinner with friends down here and about 6 million errands to run. I fell off a little bit, for some reason my craving for salt and carbs has been off the charts. It's not the way I wanted to go back up but I should have expected the craziness to get to me a little bit. No rest, no mercy, no matter what. I'm getting it back together today, food has been great and tomorrow the rest and relaxation should get me ready for the weekend challenges, including the massive beer drinking assosciated with football. I will be no more than 180 by next Thursday, mark my words.... and I will never fall off like I have these past few days ever again. It's depressing but a good reality check... I'm not invincible. Not yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-6171401632031234537?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/6171401632031234537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=6171401632031234537' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6171401632031234537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6171401632031234537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy-week.html' title='Crazy Week'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-63564502828013337</id><published>2009-09-04T13:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:37:27.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BUCKEYE OPENER</title><content type='html'>Well I am going to have literally no time to post this weekend, so I might as well do it now while I'm getting paid, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I hopped on the ol' scale again and got something I really didn't expect... 179.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have no idea how this happened but it seemed like just two weeks ago I was fighting tooth and nail with 190, then all the sudden I'm dropping weight like its no big thing. Which in fact, I am no longer. This is a good and bad thing, as much as losing all this weight has done both for my image and mentality... there is still much left to be done. I have almost zero definition in the midsection... and for some reason I STILL HAVE FREAKIN' LOVE HANDLES. Aggravating. But at least some numbers are going in the right direction and it is getting close time to start seriously focusing on my muscle building... which will mean a change in diet. I feel this is something I will have to ease into as it will obviously be more calories, and I don't want to over do it on my first few attempts. One thing I will have to start thinking about is how to plan my meals entirely different, especially since I will be going back to school soon. If I want to lift and successfully build muscle, I'm going to have to up my protein intake probably 5x what it is now, and I'm going to have to spread that through a day of short, small meals, approaching somewhere in the network of 2000-2200 calories of dense, wholesome food a day. It's going to be a helluva lot more challenging than forcing myself into the gym, thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got Red Lobster endlesss shrimp tonight, Buckeye opening day tomorrow, and probably chillin' with my friends up in Columbus on Sunday... then my sisters birthday on Monday. Yeah, busy, and a lot of challenging scenerios nutrition wise. I gotsta go, have a great weekened everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-63564502828013337?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/63564502828013337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=63564502828013337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/63564502828013337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/63564502828013337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/09/buckeye-opener.html' title='BUCKEYE OPENER'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-488332297166015516</id><published>2009-09-02T08:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:55:58.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologetic Wednesdays</title><content type='html'>I feel I have to apologize. Oftentimes when I get on to make a post, I have an idea rolling around in my head and it tends to turn into mindless bitching with no real thought or purpose. So, I'm sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the good news... I jumped on the scale this morning and it read 181.5. Now, I don't fool myself, obviously getting on the scale in the morning is guarenteeing that your not actually seeing a true body weight... simply because eating and drinking during the day always adds to the count. But hell, I can't remember a single moment, ever, when I saw a number that low in respect to my weight... so I'll take it. I have no idea how either... last week I all but gorged myself but somehow my body responded positivly. Maybe I actually needed all the food, who knows. Anyways, I don't look the way I want to in the mirror so obviously there is a ton of work left to do, it is just great to finally be past that 190 misery, and hopefully things will start to look more cut as time progresses. Anyways, I have to get back to work. Have a great rest of the week everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-488332297166015516?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/488332297166015516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=488332297166015516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/488332297166015516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/488332297166015516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/09/apologetic-wednesdays.html' title='Apologetic Wednesdays'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-6135887524275899193</id><published>2009-08-31T16:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:01:28.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shitstorm</title><content type='html'>I have not been sticking to my word lately. It has really bothered me these past couple of days, and I can't get the feeling out of my head. There is nothing worse than being disappointed in yourself... of this I am sure. Summer 09 has been such an insane trip... I can hardly believe it is going to end so soon. I remember looking at myself in the mirror almost three months ago and not being able to convince myself that I was worth anything better than what I had, not capable of any obstacle worth overcoming... but somehow I found a way to get this far. For the first time that I can literally ever remember... this summer I finally felt happy with the person I was. Happy, but not satisfied...though once I reached that point, a lot of my motivation went flying out the window. I feel like I deserve to eat and exercise like a normal person, but if I were normal to begin with... I probably wouldn't be here. Coming to terms with the fact that I am not where I want to be, probably never will be, and having to constantly be aware of that... what a mind job. I walk into a restaurant and see all the angles... I can name the calories in at least half the foods at any fast food joint, exercising is not something I do for endurance or because it feels good after.... I do it so I can live with myself when I look in the mirror the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I broke my foot, I was completely incapacitated for two days. The depression was overwhelming, only twice have I ever felt that shitty in my life, that being the third, and its already happened once before this summer. I made it through early July, though the pain was not physical. But those two days last week, it was both physical and mental... my whole world had come crashing to the ground, I had no way to prepare myself as I have been for the move to Ohio State. My exercise went to shit, I was laying around feeling sorry for myself, but at the same time trying to avoid all the food that would have temporarily made me feel better. I would have given myself a D+ food-wise and a fail for exercise... but it was an odd excuse that I could not avoid. I thought I was going to be completely immobilized for 6 weeks or better, and if my foot does not heal right... I will need surgery with a two month recovery time. My luck tells me there is probably a surgery in the future. Despite this, after my visit with the doctor and my brand new cast, I was back on my feet (kind of) and able to go back to work to do light duty. I felt great, I ate right for the next few days, and then the weekend hit, all the family came into town, and there was way too much drinking, way too much food. It was the craziest weekend I have had so far this summer, and I had a great time, was able to forgive myself for slipping hard, and was ready for another week of healthy livin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the forces of fate love me so, this morning I am contacted by the person responsible for why the entire month of July (and the past two years, for that matter) sucked shit harder than Creed's new single. I won't lie about it, her betrayal is one of the key reasons why I push myself so hard... it is just a never-ending pool of hate from which I dip massive amounts of motivation. I wear the necklace she gave me still, just to remind myself when I look in the mirror. I purposly think about her just to get pissed off whenever I don't want to lift or run, or when eating a gallon of ice cream sounds like my best option. By now, most of you that read know that I'm a person that dwells on hate... and if I have no channel... it grows inward. I think a lot of people avoid hate because they fear the evils and torments that are often assosciated with it.... but I would have to say that both hate for myself and hate for those who have directly fucked up my life are the main reasons why I've lost 50 pounds in something like 3 months. So to say that I was happy with myself for the first time I have ever remembered is a BIG FUCKING DEAL. I found a way to make hate useful, suffice to say.  It might be worth noting that when I was younger, I suffered from severe anxiety and depression, so bad that I refused treatment simply because I didn't believe I was worth it. Since then, things have gotten much better and I have found ways to control the depression and most of the anxiety, but my x factor continues to be other people in my life. I was actually told to try blogging by a good friend of mine because he worries that I don't have enough connection with others in my life... and well... I do this now because it feels good to get things out in the open and let people know... but I wouldn't put myself on any blogroll, that's for sure. And I'm OK with that... this is a good place for me reguardless, and there are a few awesome people that I stay pretty regular with... and it is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of all this is... a lot of that hate came back when she contacted me today, and I've been so fucked up by my (oot, rib, finger, back, knee and shoulder injuries, (not to mention a bee sting) these past few weeks, I just went completely off the handle when I got her message. It was overwhelming and uncontrollable.... I couldn't even see straight when I finished reading what she had to say. I don't know if its healthy anymore, but I don't know how to deal with all of... this. I'm just completely, totally and utterly out of whack... and I'm starting to blame myself for it. Angry that I'm exhausted, that I don't want to lift. Pissed off that I can't control my emotions around her, and we life across the street from one another. Lonely every moment. Scared that it is my fault, that I'm going to ruin something else too. Depressed that I can't stop feeling like every day is a fucking war against the world. Ashamed for skipping workouts, even if my foot is busted, I can still do upper body while sitting, right? I mean... its a god damned clusterfuck in brain. I just can't get it together. I can't focus. To make matters worst, I'm going into my toughest year yet up at school, and this one is for the marbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck do I have to do? Do I sack up and go to work and continue working out, hoping that I don't need surgery? If I stop working or working out completely, busted foot or not, I'm going to be letting myself and my Dad down, not to mention I'll be about a thousand bucks short going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I not work out, not go to work, and just lay around all day? Every second tempted by gratuitious amounts of delicious food? Will I get even more depressed if I'm not doing anything? What if my foot turns out all right and I feel like I wasted an immense aount of time for nothing? What if I can't find a job while I'm up at school and my money inevitably runs out three months before school ends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about all that completely unpredicable emotional crap? What is best for my spirit? I can't fall down the rabbit hole, but my sanity is dwindling as is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-6135887524275899193?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/6135887524275899193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=6135887524275899193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6135887524275899193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6135887524275899193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/08/shitstorm.html' title='The Shitstorm'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-1241896502310643483</id><published>2009-08-27T10:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:14:12.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A sigh of relief</title><content type='html'>Good news, I went to the orthopedic doctor today and he gave me a solid diagnosis (broken bone in foot) and put me in a walking cast, so I can move around and stuff. He also said I can do anything within my comfort level while in the cast, so that means I can go back to work and do stuff around the office and yard, like clean and weed eating. Also, I should be able to get back to working out... obviously I won't be able to do any cardio or leg exercises, but I will be able to do arms, chest, and some shoulder and back exercises. It should tide me over at least until 6 weeks have passed and I'm hopefully healed. I'm going to take my 10 day picture update tomorrow morning and post it sometime later in the day, so I think I will just switch my ten day over to that point, (the 28th) and just go every ten days from there. I'm in a good mood now, basically because I'm not confined to crutches. I'll just have to make the best of things I guess, and hope that after 6 weeks everything is going well and therefore won't need surgery. Anyways, family is in town, so I'm going to go visit with them. Have a good rest of the week everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-1241896502310643483?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/1241896502310643483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=1241896502310643483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/1241896502310643483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/1241896502310643483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/08/sigh-of-relief.html' title='A sigh of relief'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-451794989465076906</id><published>2009-08-25T16:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:51:55.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm a terrible person.</title><content type='html'>Broke my foot. Fuck my life. Today is the last day of Missouri 60, and I don't give a shit. I'm off my feet for at least a month, probably surgery too, then another month off my feet again. Goodbye gym, goodbye treadmill, goodbye construction work. Can't drive, so goodbye looking for another job up at school. I might bitch and moan sometimes, but I just can't fucking stand this anymore. I hold doors open for people, I lend money, I go out of my way, I never talk bad about people, I always do my job, and I try my best. I put my family first, help friends in need. I can't even remember the last time I asked for something  with ill-thought. I keep trying, trying, trying to do this for myself, to stick with my plans, to get in shape, to be healthy, happy, and in control of my own physical fate, yet every single time I seem on the brink of achieving this kind of change or control, a wrench gets thrown right into the gear shaft. I do it myself, I don't ask for help, and I hardly make excuses. I am doing my best, and I guess that means the universe has to try its best to fuck you up, so fucking hard, that you just don't give a shit anymore. Well I don't give a shit anymore. I'll still diet and whatev but I can't do any exercise so whatever, I guess its just back to square one. Right before I have to go back to school too. It's so ironic that my biggest fear was going back to school and now I have to put up with being basically a sedentary cripple with a severe addiction to food. So, naturally, I'm just going to blame this one on God and as far as I'm concerned he can go fuck himself. Maybe i'll just start being a dickface asshole and everything will magically get better. I'll start poppin' my collar and drinkin a case of nati every night, then go out to a clup and slobber all over the shanky bitches,  then light a dumpster on fire on my way home. Afterward me and my "bros" will get back to the crib, find a baseball bat, and go beat up some homeless guy. You know, something normal for a Monday night, instead of trying to help my neighbor move a couch out of her basement because medic-aid won't cover the cancer bills and consequently she has to move into a smaller placee. Of course, If I hadn't been out being all good neighbor and shit, I wouldn't have lost my grip on the couch and fallen down thirteen stairs and broken my foot. So I guess its my own fucking fault and I should just shut the fuck up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-451794989465076906?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/451794989465076906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=451794989465076906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/451794989465076906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/451794989465076906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/08/because-im-terrible-person.html' title='Because I&apos;m a terrible person.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-5936866499174656380</id><published>2009-08-23T22:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:29:17.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Columbus</title><content type='html'>I had a really great weekend. I went up to Columbus and got to see a bunch of my old friends, which was really a stupendous experience. Moreover, I got tons of comments regarding the amount of weight I have lost, especially from people who have not seen me in awhile. It was totally awesome. With that said, I ate and drank way too much, but for some reason I don't feel like I have gained too much. When I left on Friday, I weighed 186.5 after work, and tomorrow I will weigh myself and report in with the wicked details. I also noticed this weekend that it is significantly harder for me to eat nearly as much as I was able to before, so hopefully that will work to my advantage when I eventually go back up to school. This week I want to be as perfect as possible and push myself hard... just to reaffirm how much I have improved both physically and mentally. I want to know where I stand, and I want to decide what the next step will be... because maintaining is not my goal, I want to have a killer body and an iron clad mental toughness. Two more days till the end of the Missouri 60 challenge. I'm excited to see the differences. Anyways, I have a tough week prepared for myself, so it is time to get to bed. Have a great week everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-5936866499174656380?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/5936866499174656380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=5936866499174656380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/5936866499174656380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/5936866499174656380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-from-columbus.html' title='Back from Columbus'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-172010385793461372</id><published>2009-08-20T21:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:15:51.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No, really. I'm Alive.</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. Sorry it has taken me so long to post anything... like I said before it has been a rough, busy week. Good news though, I have seemingly broken past the 190 mark... the scale has been giving me readings in the 180's for the past couple days, as of right now it sits at 186. I'm happy to have finally seen some progress after the past couple of weeks, even though my eating has been less than perfect. It has been hard, staying with things and not seeing the progress reflect back, but somehow and with divine intervention, my somewhat sub-par efforts (especially on the weekends) have not left me sitting out to dry, ten pounds heavier than I was a month ago. I appear to be on track to easily hit the 180 mark by at least mid September, then again my body tends to do strange things so I don't know if that is a solid statement. Hopefully everything works out for the best. I feel kind of lame with such a short post, but there is not much more to say. I went ahead and skipped the picture but I will post one on the 25th and get everything nice and up to date, and that is all I got people. Good luck with all the endeavors (and shenanigans) this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-172010385793461372?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/172010385793461372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=172010385793461372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/172010385793461372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/172010385793461372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-really-im-alive.html' title='No, really. I&apos;m Alive.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-8738852302604795185</id><published>2009-08-17T16:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:27:30.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive.</title><content type='html'>I've been extremely busy this past week, and we did not have internet for about three days as well. This is my first time online in about five days or so. I have my pictures and updates, but I will have to post them later... got things to do. Good luck this week everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-8738852302604795185?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/8738852302604795185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=8738852302604795185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8738852302604795185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8738852302604795185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-3380302560931066791</id><published>2009-08-10T15:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:05:51.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday thoughts</title><content type='html'>I need to stop caring so much about the future. I think a lot of people spend too much time worrying about what is going to be happening two or three weeks, a month from now... and in the process lose sight of what is right in front of them. The little in-between moments get caught up in preoccupation, and then are lost just as quickly as they happened. Lately, I've been worried about going back up to school and having to deal with a completely different lifestyle, one that makes me careless and apathetic at times. Laziness is also a problem I face in the near future, and everything I have come to realize as "familiar", especially my eating and exercise habits, will suddenly have a new platform to stand on. I know that the transition is not going to be easy, and honestly I'm afraid of falling off the wagon once I get there. It consumes my every thought, on top of what I have going on now, and the anticipation of difficult classes, finding a job, making money, so on so on. It's an overwhelming animal up there, one I have never before and since have never been able to reign. Even when I go up there on the weekends, I lose sight of the progresses I have made down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I do know is that I will never let myself become the person I was before. It is more important to me than my grades, my friends, money, romance, entertainment, and just about anything else that you can possibly think of. I have one more year of college left and the pressure to succeed is overwhelming, now in all aspects of my life. It is more than I have ever had on my plate before, and though my decision to get by physical life back together is one that I have devoted every aspect of my being to down here, my attention is forced apart up at school. When I look at myself in the mirror and ask myself "do I have what it takes, how far am I willing to go, what am I ready to sacrifice", I get a chilly feeling of emptiness, something that I can't wrap into an answer. Partly because I'm scared to, and also because I don't know if I can have the success I want in all aspects of life. At least, not without making some serious sacrifices. I don't know if I have the capacity to juggle the responsibilities I have placed on myself. It is a clusterfuck in my brain, and the hell if I know how to even sort it out, let alone come up with a solution. It is distracting me, and I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you handle so many different things, families, jobs, school, and weight loss/exercise. But as I have come to understand by reading many of your blogs, I do not seem to fit into any niche, I feel like a loner. What do you do when you just can't figure out how to make it all work... do yo sacrifice, do you find a way, or do you just do the best you can and hope everything dosen't go to hell? Do you regret giving something up to have the other, or can you look back and say I did the best I could do, despite my shortcomings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it is def. a Monday mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-3380302560931066791?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/3380302560931066791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=3380302560931066791' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/3380302560931066791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/3380302560931066791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/08/monday-thoughts.html' title='Monday thoughts'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-8488527590564640503</id><published>2009-08-06T17:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:41:46.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Day Before/After and day 42 of Missouri 60.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SntKyhgC82I/AAAAAAAAAGg/TVSoisF7QBc/s1600-h/August+5th+Front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SntKyhgC82I/AAAAAAAAAGg/TVSoisF7QBc/s320/August+5th+Front.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366965612788773730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 5th Front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SntKpprcttI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BWbxdjZz3zA/s1600-h/August+5th+Side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SntKpprcttI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BWbxdjZz3zA/s320/August+5th+Side.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366965460365260498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 5th Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SntKS6Lh4TI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y1m7txXVewA/s1600-h/July+26th+Front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SntKS6Lh4TI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y1m7txXVewA/s320/July+26th+Front.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366965069657792818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 26th Front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SntKMH3iryI/AAAAAAAAAGE/f1IgEFsPshE/s1600-h/July+26th+Side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SntKMH3iryI/AAAAAAAAAGE/f1IgEFsPshE/s320/July+26th+Side.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366964953072971554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 26th Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thar they are. It is officially day number 42 of the Missouri 60 challenge, which means I have 18 days to kick some ass. Again this round, I do not see an epic slew of changes, but I have reached my fateful plateau, the 190-195 range. I have been to this weight after TRYING to get in shape only once before, and once I hit 190 about 3 years ago... my body just said "fuck you" and completely stopped. I have been very close to this number for about two weeks now, as of this morning I weighed in at 191 pounds. The hardest part of all this is of course having my injuries, which prohibit me from doing if and any strenuous exercise, so I doubt this plateau will be broken anytime soon-ish. I hope to be at full speed by next Monday, so hopefully I can break out of it in a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing is that since I have not been doing as much exercise this week, my appetite has actually spiked, tenfold. It is epic strange, no doubt, but I have resisted pretty causally and no major errors have been made. Also, I think this weekend will be a little more chill, and hopefully that cushion will help me start on the right foot come Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fun fact: I have nearly the exact same body measurements of Michel Phelps... wingspan, torso, inner leg, feet, height, and even hand length. He of course produces a third less lactic acid as a professional athlete, has double jointed everything's, and pumps blood like a locomotive on steroids and crack, but hey. At most, my measurements differ from his by about half an inch... that being the inner leg area. I'm sure if I had more precise measuring methods I could come closer to discovering the actuality behind my claims, but just looking in the mirror I can see distinct features of myself that mirror on him in a much leaner, athletic, attractive way. When I was younger I was an elite swimmer, so maybe it is time to start that back up or something... who knows what could happen. I'm stronger than I've ever been before, and close to being as lean as I was back in high school. It's something to look forward to, I guess. And god, if I trained like him... I could eat ANYTHING. If that isn't motivation, I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, budweiser came out with a 55 calorie beer? OMG thank you Belgium.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-8488527590564640503?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/8488527590564640503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=8488527590564640503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8488527590564640503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8488527590564640503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-day-beforeafter-and-day-42-of.html' title='10 Day Before/After and day 42 of Missouri 60.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SntKyhgC82I/AAAAAAAAAGg/TVSoisF7QBc/s72-c/August+5th+Front.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-4952633102156834601</id><published>2009-08-03T22:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:45:40.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated, upset, etc.</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling really bummed out lately. Sunday was horrible, I felt like shit all day, and for some reason the entire day seemed to pass by like I was not really a part of it. Like an out of body experience. It left me feeling very disillusioned and distanced from everyone and everything, I don't really know how to explain it. And my rib, oh god, it hurts so bad right now, if I try to lift anything heavy I get a sharp pain up and down my right side, and this has been causing me a great deal of anxiety. I think I will have to go the doctor again and get an x-ray, because something is not right. Then, my finger, which has swollen up badly and makes it nearly impossible to grip anything... has completely put me out of commission. I can't run because of my rib, and I can't lift because of my finger and my rib. The only thing I can do is stick to my eating and hope that somehow, I will still be able to see some progress. All of these things have left me feeling pretty hopeless and it is extremely upsetting. I wish I was more social, better at expressing my emotions, or generally just more connected to people. I spend a majority of my time alone and I think with all these recent developments, it is really starting to mess with my mentality. I am not a religious person, nor do I place much faith in anything or anyone besides myself, but I honestly can not explain why these things that are happening to me, it almost seem premeditated. Like someone or something is actually trying to make me fail or give up, all I can think about right now is how much the world and my place in it sucks. I'm hurt physically to the point I can't do what I want to do for myself right now, and there is really nobody I want to talk about it with, because I hate being a burden. I need something, some kind of relief, I just don't know what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-4952633102156834601?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/4952633102156834601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=4952633102156834601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/4952633102156834601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/4952633102156834601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/08/irritated-upset-etc.html' title='Irritated, upset, etc.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-1752831211396989960</id><published>2009-08-01T16:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T16:20:13.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SnSiyqimRtI/AAAAAAAAAF8/f57izQiSZ_Q/s1600-h/finger+cut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SnSiyqimRtI/AAAAAAAAAF8/f57izQiSZ_Q/s320/finger+cut.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365092047401666258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lol. I went out hoping to have a good Friday night, and ended up in the emergency room after I sliced my hand open with a knife. I got a sweet cut, six stitches, and a $100 co-pay. Awesome. It went down to the bone and I nicked the tendon in my finger, so I'm basically not allowed to do anything with my right hand except change the gauze and brace. Needless to say I felt I deserved something after three hours in the emergency room on a friday night, so me and my buddy went to skyline at 3 in the morning. I got about half of what I used to get. Then this morning, I had an omellete and some fruit at Ihop. I had a few drinks too earlier in the evening (I was not drunk when I cut myself, btw) so it has not been the best weekend so far diet-wise, but tonight I will be heading up to columbus and hopefully I can be more conscious of my choices. But yeah, so I hope your weekend is going better than mine haha, have a good one people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-1752831211396989960?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/1752831211396989960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=1752831211396989960' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/1752831211396989960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/1752831211396989960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/08/ouch.html' title='Ouch.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SnSiyqimRtI/AAAAAAAAAF8/f57izQiSZ_Q/s72-c/finger+cut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-8660459502265431661</id><published>2009-07-28T22:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:35:22.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>I'm a little bummed out today, and I have no idea why. Work was all right, nothing too special or exciting, and then I came home and slept. I got a call at around 7, my dad went to the emergency room because he was having chest pains, so I was there for about two hours, but everything seems to be all right now, though they are keeping him overnight. I dunno... I guess lately I have just had no motivation and I can't figure out why. I feel like my progress has been great but reaching my target weight seems like such an ordeal at times, and I ask myself... can I keep this up forever? One thing that really gets to me is cardio... I just can't ever seem to stay in the frame of mind that forces me to get out there and do it. It does not help that I just hate every second of it, and it really does not seem to be helping a whole lot. I mean, don't get me wrong... I've lost over 40 pounds and all, but how much credit can I give to jogging every once in awhile? And here I am, trying so desperately to get below 190 at least, and I'm on the verge of saying screw running and just continue my normal workout with Mike n' stuff. Plus, my rib is like epic sore, so working out just causes me more and more pain. And I didn't get to lift tonight because I was at the hospital... blah blah blah blah. I'm aggravated, and I feel a little distanced from my perspectives right now. These moods seem to come in waves, sometimes it is just so hard to stay focused because it requires an intense amount of mental energy. I would truly like to see some more distinct results... even though it has barely been two months, I can't shake the feeling that for the amount of effort I put into everything, my reward is bittersweet and not exactly what I expected. Three years ago, it was the reason I just said "fuck it" and went off my diet, stopped running, and gained all the weight back. I know that it is not going to happen this time because I actually enjoy lifting and eating healthy, because it makes me feel better about myself and also, my energy level is great. But like, I feel like I can't really enjoy the little things anymore, and it is disheartening. I'm in a really sour mood right now and I just feel like bitching about this endlessly, so I'll cut it off here in hopes of sparing the few of you. I'll see how my progress is at the end of the week, and hopefully some good news will reinforce my reslove. Hopefully. Anyways, have a good one, and keep making good choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-8660459502265431661?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/8660459502265431661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=8660459502265431661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8660459502265431661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8660459502265431661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/07/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-3249660164492784780</id><published>2009-07-27T20:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:21:33.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 day before/after and day 30 of Missouri 60</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Sm5RLqwFvlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Q-H4CUvfWMU/s1600-h/July+26th+Front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Sm5RLqwFvlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Q-H4CUvfWMU/s320/July+26th+Front.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363313467141242450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 26th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Sm5RD502iCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QZc2yVGI-C8/s1600-h/July+26th+Side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Sm5RD502iCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QZc2yVGI-C8/s320/July+26th+Side.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363313333748795426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 26th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Sm5Q8e-dbjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EjGPx9d8_vE/s1600-h/July+16th+Front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Sm5Q8e-dbjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EjGPx9d8_vE/s320/July+16th+Front.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363313206282251826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 16th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Sm5QxrFoHqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yvr_sO-wuIc/s1600-h/July+16th+Side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Sm5QxrFoHqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yvr_sO-wuIc/s320/July+16th+Side.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363313020554976930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 16th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, you tell me. I did drop about 4 pounds though. I can't really see much of a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the reunion was good, I avoided all the bad food and I played football for about 3 hours, which was awesome. But it had a downside, because I think I bruised a rib while playing, and now I am nervous that it is going to mess with my working out for the week. Right now I'm at a standstill trying to decide whether or not to go through with chest day and take it slow, but I just don't know. Very aggravating. And I have been really freakin' tired these last few days, no idea why. Maybe it's just a Monday. Well, there you have it... 29 days left on my Missouri 60 challenge... I don't know if anyone else is even still doing it, lol. Anyways, I have to go food shopping, so see ya and have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-3249660164492784780?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/3249660164492784780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=3249660164492784780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/3249660164492784780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/3249660164492784780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-day-beforeafter-and-day-30-of.html' title='10 day before/after and day 30 of Missouri 60'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Sm5RLqwFvlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Q-H4CUvfWMU/s72-c/July+26th+Front.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-2118571573499503669</id><published>2009-07-24T10:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:02:40.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another vacation.</title><content type='html'>I'm in Pennsylvania right now, for a family reunion tomorrow. Been here since last night. It's been pretty good so far, haven't gone off my eating, and my sister has a bowflex in the basement, so I was able to do a decent arm workout, but not as sore today as I would like to be. Ran two miles last night as well, and today is my last day for the week, abs, back and running. I'll be getting to that later tonight. My brother might be coming over, which is pretty cool because I have never met or spoken to him before... I guess him and my dad had a sort-of falling out sometime around the time I was born. We will see how that goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacations are hard, we went out to breakfast this morning and of course the menu tried to kill me. I had two eggs, a piece of sausage, and a slice of toast, and took the other half home for my sister. Last night it was sausage and chicken pasta, and I had a chicken breast. I just keep reminding myself that Sunday is my official picture/weigh in day, and of course every say comes closer to my finishing the Missouri 60. I will be halfway done on Sunday, so it should be easier to judge and predict the type of progress I can make in the next 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting note, I found this website that calculates your maximum fitness potential based on your height and wrist/ankle circumference, a lot of bodybuilders use the program because it is  very accurate, suprisingly. With a calculated body fat percentage of ten, my maximum muscle potential is a 53' chest, 15' forearms, 19' biceps... and I can't remember the rest off the top of my head because I'm on a different computer and don't have the link available... but let's just say I have a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for family time, have a good day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-2118571573499503669?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/2118571573499503669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=2118571573499503669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/2118571573499503669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/2118571573499503669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-vacation.html' title='Another vacation.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-8030723037476827626</id><published>2009-07-23T00:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:11:17.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Success is a state of mind</title><content type='html'>We all have rough days, no doubt... and sometimes they can be to the point you begin making excuses for why you DON'T have to do something, or why TOMORROW is a much more opportune time. Sometimes it is completely unavoidable and in fact you will not be able to do what it is you set out to do, but when your just sitting around making excuses simply because they exist, well, your not being serious about what you want. A lot of people will say that fitness begins in the kitchen, but I would have to say that the true source of power comes from your mind. I know that most of you probably think about food, exercise and what you have to do later pretty much 24/7... I know that it is never off your mind. I know because I am the exact same way, and I know just how exhausting it can be. I guarantee that whatever your making an excuse for, right now, is complete bullshit. You can actually do whatever it is you need to do to get the job done and you damn well know it just like I do. It starts in your head, and there is no way around that, so just make the decision to do it. Your going to feel better, live better, and overall just be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don't want to do it, do it. That is the weapon of this war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-8030723037476827626?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/8030723037476827626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=8030723037476827626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8030723037476827626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8030723037476827626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/07/success-is-state-of-mind.html' title='Success is a state of mind'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-1667182824148391211</id><published>2009-07-21T15:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:42:57.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Value The Work</title><content type='html'>"We must remember that confidence kills. It will rob you of your desire and cheat you out of future victories and success. The ones who stay successful are those who realize the hunt is never over. One touchdown or one hundred touchdowns are the same thing if you don’t value the work."&lt;br /&gt;                                   - Animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so fired up this week. I got home on Sunday and saw my progress decline, I felt completely desolate and unworthy of all my sacrifices, and then a moment of clarity. It was when I realized that this is for good, and nothing is going stop me from getting there. Just knowing that kind of power exists inside of me is a refreshing sense of reality. But confidence can be a downfall. Knowing that I can does not mean that I will, and it is important to stay focused even when it begins to seem easy to dig deep and nail out the struggles. I have struggles left, demons to face, plenty of obstacles to overcome. What am I willing to give, knowing what the results will be? The truth is, I do not know what the results will be, for certainly I could die tomorrow and never get to where I want to be. But that is kind of the magic, that I will never be where I want to be, and the struggles will rise and fall just as they always have before. I'm just climbing higher mountains now. I'm climbing two right now, and I know that when I reach the top, there will be another. And another. Till the day I die, I will be climbing mountains and reaching out for what I desire. That mentality has been with me for the past few days, and it has never wavered. It has transcended my need and by desire because I have embedded it into my character over the course of this summer, and I think Sunday was something of a breaking point. I value the work, and I understand not only why I must continue, but why I can, and how to tap into that source of my mentality whenever it is needed. And I need it, all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-1667182824148391211?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/1667182824148391211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=1667182824148391211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/1667182824148391211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/1667182824148391211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/07/value-work.html' title='Value The Work'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-4582654457773983498</id><published>2009-07-20T15:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:45:03.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends, so bittersweet.</title><content type='html'>I went up to Columbus for the weekend, and lets just say things didn't go so well on the nutrition front. I don't really know what I was thinking, or why I ate the things I did, even though it was not completely terrible. I drank a good amount and with that came the food, but I'm back on track now. I retained a shitload of water, I about threw my scale out the window last night when I checked the damage, and I'd rather not say exactly how much I fucked up yet because it would be inaccurate, I'll get a better reading tomorrow once my body has gotten into the swing of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to a hard realization this weekend, and I'm almost glad it happened. I'm glad that I went up there this weekend and more or less did what I do during the school year, and saw the damage when I got home. I have realized that my body is not designed to process efficiently, and it will probably never do what I want it to do. Simple fact of the matter is, despite my size, my muscle mass, and the amount of exercise I do, my metabolism is just plain crap. I can not afford to eat and drink like others despite my size, and if I seriously want to transform myself, I'm probably going to have to eat like I do now for the rest of my life. I won't be able to just splurge every once in awhile, or have an extra beer, or eat a cheeseburger now and then. It is probably the first time in my life that I have come to accept that bitter fact, and right now I'm struggling to see it becoming a reality in the long term. My mental toughness is not where it needs to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as losing weight is concerned, it is just the first step of this journey. Unlike most people, I do not necessarily want to be skinny. In fact, I want to be huge. I want to rip shirts, press ridiculous amounts of weight, sport arms the size of watermelons, and crack walnuts with my pecs. It has always been a dream of mine, one I thought was unattainable until I started lifting regularly, and coming to discover that I can actually keep consistent and enjoy myself as well. The problem right now is that I am trying to lose the excess body fat that hinders me from doing more difficult, highly efficient exercises, as well as sap my energy. Also, I am not able to fully benefit from a bodybuilding diet because the amount of protein and complex carbohydrates should be designed to maintain current body fat percentages and maximize muscle growth. As much as I want to drink creatine and protein shakes, eat half a dozen eggs, two chicken breasts, two bowls of oatmeal, and two turkey sandwiches every day, it is not going to help me lose the excess body fat. That is a diet designed specifically for maintaing and rebuilding, not losing and building. I eat a decent amount of food every day, I always shoot for about 80g of protien, 80f carbs, and somewhere around 2400 calories, but bodybuilding requires much more. I have to tweak my goals a bit, and do some experimenting, but I can not do those things until I reach my desired weight overall, which right now is 180lbs. Once I do reach 180, I think I will take a week or two to determine exactly how much I have to eat (calorie wise) simply to maintain that constant weight, and then subsitute it with bodybuilding style diet high in protiens, viatamins, and aminos at that exact calorie mark. I have been doing a lot of reading and most people who lose weight first do essientially the same thing, so I think my plan is solid. Ideally I would like to weigh about 200lbs, but I want that 20lbs in muscle. So, its going to be a long, tough journey, and it is not going to be easy. I'm scared of the next five years, to be honest, just as much as I look forward to them. Hopefully by the age of 25, I will be where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm rambling... I just had to get all that off my chest. Whew. Have a good week everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-4582654457773983498?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/4582654457773983498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=4582654457773983498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/4582654457773983498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/4582654457773983498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekends-so-bittersweet.html' title='Weekends, so bittersweet.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-6313975515579298368</id><published>2009-07-16T22:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:19:16.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 day before/after pictures, 40 days left in Missouri 60</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Sl_dRPJ7mqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZGWQdPriz-Y/s1600-h/July+6th+Front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Sl_dRPJ7mqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZGWQdPriz-Y/s320/July+6th+Front.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359245369789880994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 6th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Sl_dInLCizI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Geer9RvGpsE/s1600-h/July+6th+Side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Sl_dInLCizI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Geer9RvGpsE/s320/July+6th+Side.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359245221618158386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 6th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Sl_c-2yXBzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xxxtbCk5St8/s1600-h/July+16th+Front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Sl_c-2yXBzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xxxtbCk5St8/s320/July+16th+Front.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359245054010918706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 16th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Sl_c3QnHk8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/gTyHiZniUXM/s1600-h/July+16th+Side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Sl_c3QnHk8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/gTyHiZniUXM/s320/July+16th+Side.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359244923504137154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 16th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it. I personally liked the results of my pictures this week. I weighed myself around the normal time today... 198 lbs. I can't even begin to describe how great that makes me feel, but I'm sure most of you can guess. Looking at these pictures, it is hard to tell exactly how much body fat I have left, which also makes it difficult to judge just how much it is I want to lose. For right now I'm going to stick with 185 and see what happens over these next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't lift tonight, but I'm about to go run. Mike is sick or something, and since we use his house, well, that's the downside to not having a gym membership. On the bright side, my food was perfect today, and once again I got to kick my ass at work. Yay. It is getting late, I have to get out there and get this run in before I talk myself out of it. TOMORROW IS FRIDAY YES THANK YOU YESYESYES!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-6313975515579298368?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/6313975515579298368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=6313975515579298368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6313975515579298368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6313975515579298368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-day-beforeafter-pictures-40-days.html' title='10 day before/after pictures, 40 days left in Missouri 60'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Sl_dRPJ7mqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZGWQdPriz-Y/s72-c/July+6th+Front.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-323506237754738786</id><published>2009-07-15T22:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:28:38.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my best, and no excuse for it.</title><content type='html'>I consider today a failure, because I ate a cookie. Work was incredibly brutal, lifted with Mike, and ate this huge, delicious cookie with sprinkles. And icing. I don't know what happened, we were sitting in the kitchen halfway through the workout, munching on almonds, and we see this big bag of cookies from Blue Chip, and it was all over. I lost control for about five minutes and well, yeah. I wouldn't be so upset if tomorrow wasn't a picture day, but oh well. I know I'm not perfect even though I hate to admit it. And I didn't run yesterday, nor today. Work has just been kicking my ass, and that is not an excuse. Oh, and I also had a coffee energy drink this morning, because I desperately needed it... it was about 200 calories but I burned that in probably an hour. Breakfast and lunch were normal, and I'm gonna skip the dinner on account of cookie madness. And a couple handfuls of almonds, and a handful of craisins. I'm disappointed in myself, but it is what it is. Impossible is nothing, right? I WILL be perfect tomorrow, and have some amazing pictures to display, hopefully. Hope the rest of you can keep the fat person locked away when it counts. I learned my lesson, don't let it break you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-323506237754738786?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/323506237754738786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=323506237754738786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/323506237754738786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/323506237754738786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-my-best-and-no-excuse-for-it.html' title='Not my best, and no excuse for it.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-5422152296770931771</id><published>2009-07-14T00:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:31:08.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 5: Kickin' Ass and Takin' Names</title><content type='html'>This week has started off so much better. The weekend was obviously depressing, but it was a very nice service and many people showed up, it was nice to reminisce with old friends. I also got to see some (other) old friends over the weekend, and it was so relaxing and chill. Really got me ready for the week. I was not perfect over the weekend... but I tried to fast for two days and since it was my first time, slips were more than I would have liked. Had a beer, ate a steak sandwich... but refrained from all fast food and liquor... and I got a run in last night. Today also went well, I'm entering my 5th week now of basically eating the same thing, every day, all the time, at the same time. The reward is nothing short of spectacular. My energy level is through the roof... I'm outworking everyone I work with, and Mike even said tonight that I look so much better than when we first started. And I feel great too, despite all the shit that has been going down in my personal life... but it comes in waves so I'm ready for this next chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like to make excuses, but I didn't run tonight. Mike didn't get home until 9 so we didn't get done lifting till 12, and I had to get food after, and I pulled 875 feet of cable underground by hand today at work. And dig holes. It was a pretty intense 24 hours to say the very least. However, those new running shoes of mine, make everything ridiculously easier to do. My old shoes have holes in them, and any other time, I'm wearing steel toed boots... so my feet are much more agreeable as of late. I will run tomorrow, and this week will be even better than last (which on the diet/exercise part of my life, was great). I'm fully expecting to be below 200 this week when I check up on Thursday, but if not I won't beat myself up about it... the results are in the mirror. And congrats to &lt;a href="http://logmyloss.com/"&gt;Steve&lt;/a&gt; on his first year living a healthier life, it is a wonderful success story, and everyone should check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is to a better week of getting stronger and every day making myself a better person. Good luck to all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-5422152296770931771?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/5422152296770931771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=5422152296770931771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/5422152296770931771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/5422152296770931771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/07/week-5-kickin-ass-and-takin-names.html' title='Week 5: Kickin&apos; Ass and Takin&apos; Names'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-1140682771604011082</id><published>2009-07-10T16:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:04:56.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It just keeps getting better and better.</title><content type='html'>In other news, my best friends dad died last night... heart attack. I'll be gone for the weekend. What a shit week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, its been a great week for exercise and food. I'm up to running two miles every night, except for tonight for the obvious reasons. I'll get back to it tomorrow and Sunday whenever I find the time. Weighed myself after work today, I'm 203.5 so not bad, gonna push for 4 pounds by Sunday, and I want to be under 200 by Wednesday of next week. That will be my picture post day, so hopefully there will be a good improvement to see. It's starting to seem like 180 by the end of September might be just out of my reach, especially with the weight training and the muscle gain, but who knows? If I do enough cardio, I just might make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-1140682771604011082?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/1140682771604011082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=1140682771604011082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/1140682771604011082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/1140682771604011082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-just-keeps-getting-better-and-better.html' title='It just keeps getting better and better.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-6390557788916253705</id><published>2009-07-09T20:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:38:18.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My brain is frying</title><content type='html'>Today has been up and down. Eating went well, the only thing that really changed was that I substituted my turkey sandwich for a corner deli sandwich on the other side of town, the greatest sandwiches ever made, if I do say so. There was a little more turkey, and non-fat cheese, but nothing to really fret over I suppose. Work was tough enough, good a good amount of shoveling and lifting stuff repeatedly, so it was at least a small workout spread throughout the day. I've officially gone 3 days without smoking, which for me is huge... and I no longer have the desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work today, I took a small nap and then headed over to Mikes, only to discover he was not there. His sister let me in and I worked out anyways, he got home later, apparently he got caught up at his internship. So working out alone = not so fun, especially when your in a basement, not a gym. Gets lonely. I was looking in the mirror too, and maybe its just me, but what the hell is up with my love handles. I mean, I understand that its literally the last place fat will disappear from, but COME ON. I'm 6'4... and I weighed myself today after work: 204.5... probably more like 204-203 if I were to weigh myself in the morning. Seriously, my love handles just stick out there, as if totally unaware that I've lost 35 something pounds in the past 2 months. Given, they have disintegrated a little bit, but I feel like I'll have to lose another 30 pounds until the "V" shape is even visible. FUCKING ANNOYING AND DISAPPOINTING. I see people that weight more that me, are several inches shorter, don't workout, run, eat right... or ANYTHING... and they don't have the bodacious bulge on their sides. I'm going to war with this shit, I don't care what it takes, I'm getting rid of them, no matter what. Just pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so... I finish working out, come home... and the first thing my dad says to me is "How can you stay up so late and still do all the things you do? Your really going to wear yourself down to a breaking point sooner or later, your not doing things the right way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just walked out of the room before I could say anything stupid. My blood is boiling. I understand that he might be concerned for my well being, but the much more obvious and realistic reason is because he is afraid of my success. My dad is a pretty big dude, and about 7 months ago he lost a bunch of weight, worked out all the time, and then just gave up and gained it all back. It really tore him up, and I know he is upset with himself, but he dosen't have to fucking stomp on me in order to make himself feel better. He didn't even try to hide his condecending tone and "talk down to others" voice. The right way is a way that WORKS FOR YOU. But this dosen't just go for my dad, I think a lot of people get pissed off when other people succed, especially where they haven't. Or, if they have, you'll often notice on most of these blogs people will say "Congrats (so and so), you know, I'm six months in, I've lost 513 pounds, I workout 8 hours a day, and here is a list of my dietary supplements, grocery, and a rough draft of the novel I'm working on to share my successes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just as guilty of this, because I follow the same rules that everyone else does, and I care more about myself than I do most anything else. But I don't tell people their success is bullshit, or that they are doing something wrong and then not offer up any solution or alternative in a nice, formal way, or take away from their success by implating my own in the little comment box thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm pissed off. Pissed off that I've recieved almost no support in any of this, both here and in the "real" world. I'm not talking about you Steve, your a stand up guy with a great heart and have been a world of motivation and support. You too Tricia. My mom has been great about everything as well. But, I just feel alone in most of this, and if that's the way its going to be, I'm cool with it, but sure as fuck makes everything harder. I know about 100% of you don't agree with what I'm doing or how I'm doing it, but I wouldn't recieve condecending comments or hate mail if people wern't afraid that WHAT I DO MIGHT BE DIFFERENT FROM WHAT YOU DO, AND MY WAY WORKS. So, instead of putting people down and sitting on your high horse of self-satifacting, misery-spewing bullshit, get up and do something about your own problems, and prove to everyone just how right you are. Here, I'll start: Time to run, peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-6390557788916253705?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/6390557788916253705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=6390557788916253705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6390557788916253705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6390557788916253705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-brain-is-frying.html' title='My brain is frying'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-6577021110473761893</id><published>2009-07-07T20:37:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:14:34.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Before/After 10 day pictures, #2</title><content type='html'>All right! So I know it's the 7th and I said I would post before/after pics yesterday, but I was just so busy and could not find the time. But I do have the pictures, and here they are! Remember, these are pictures with a ten day difference as of yesterday, July 6th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SlPs_N3PqnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Thf2nkXCRYc/s1600-h/June+26th+Front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SlPs_N3PqnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Thf2nkXCRYc/s320/June+26th+Front.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355884952670939762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 26th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SlPs3LkwsKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DdE9pJ18n-U/s1600-h/June+26th+Side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SlPs3LkwsKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DdE9pJ18n-U/s320/June+26th+Side.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355884814617587874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 26th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SlPsmEefAUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HyBdrW7nkKk/s1600-h/July+6th+Front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SlPsmEefAUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HyBdrW7nkKk/s320/July+6th+Front.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355884520654438722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 6th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SlPseR1M75I/AAAAAAAAAD8/yOpNVM4JzOs/s1600-h/July+6th+Side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SlPseR1M75I/AAAAAAAAAD8/yOpNVM4JzOs/s320/July+6th+Side.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355884386800430994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 6th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously this time around not a huge difference, though I do see some small improvements. I think my muscle is beginning to show a little more, which is plenty exciting enough for me. Overall I would say a pretty successful before/after session. I'm certainly satisfied. Haven't weighed myself today or anything, I'll do that tomorrow morning, and finally be completely up to date. Only 49 more days left in my Missouri 60 challenge! I'm determined to win so hard. Anyways, have to go work out alone tonight, Mike is sick. Have a good night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Some people listen to themselves, rather than listen to what others say. These people don't come along very often, but when they do... they remind us. That once you set out on a path, even though critics may doubt you, it is ok to believe that there is no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CAN'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WON'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IMPOSSIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...... and they remind us that it is ok to believe.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Impossible is nothing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-6577021110473761893?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/6577021110473761893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=6577021110473761893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6577021110473761893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6577021110473761893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/07/beforeafter-10-day-pictures-2.html' title='Before/After 10 day pictures, #2'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SlPs_N3PqnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Thf2nkXCRYc/s72-c/June+26th+Front.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-8414075018861102366</id><published>2009-07-07T01:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:16:47.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have to work in like 5 hours, so those pictures will be going up tomorrow along with a nice long post. I've told myself this is going to be my most impressive week so far, and so far it is going well... I have a lot of pent up anger to burn on exercise. Problem is, it takes up most of my day, as you can see. So, I'm going to the sack so I don't fall asleep on the job. Good luck tomorrow everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-8414075018861102366?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/8414075018861102366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=8414075018861102366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8414075018861102366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8414075018861102366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-day.html' title='What a day...'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-8103730476820411844</id><published>2009-07-05T15:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:37:49.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep breaths...</title><content type='html'>Feeling much better now, getting some rest helped. I've done a lot of thinking today, and its more important for me to focus on my goals than anything else right now. I can't let people get me down. I'm going to make this a great week, and come back with positive results, all while stepping closer and closer to my goals. Weighed myself this morning, 207. That's 33 pounds in less than 3 months. My next goal is 205, hopefully sometime later this week. I will be posting 10 day before/after pictures tomorrow, so stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-8103730476820411844?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/8103730476820411844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=8103730476820411844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8103730476820411844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8103730476820411844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/07/deep-breaths.html' title='Deep breaths...'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-2119735982619785398</id><published>2009-07-05T02:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T03:29:23.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My hate is justified.</title><content type='html'>I know that I'm not much of a people person, not the best writer, and hard to get along with at times. It makes blogging hard, and its even harder to write how I'm actually feeling. I figure that by concealing myself in some way, I wouldn't be forced into allowing my emotions dictate the nature of my thoughts. Tonight, I was reminded why. My life has been filled with many people, great friends, and honest, deep loves... though every close relationship I've ever had with someone has ended in ruin. I have friends, but nobody I can call in a moment of need. My relationships with people are arbitrary, false in many ways... and it works because I rarely get hurt. The sadness of this reality is knowing that I wasn't always this way, at one point I had many close friends, a girl I was deeply in love with, and she loved me just this same. Tonight, I was hurt. Maybe it was my weight, or my self-disappointment, but over time those relationships began to disappear. I found myself lonelier and lonelier, to the point I began to wonder if I would die alone one day. There was one person that kept me going, gave me hope in all those times of need. She was my best friend, she knew everything about me. She saw me at my worst, my best, and all the in-between. We were together, in love, for three years. My love for her never faded. Tonight I discovered she has for some time been lying to me, and has been with someone else for weeks, behind my back. My heart has been broken, again... because I trusted someone. Someone I thought I would always love, and always be able to trust. My last connection with someone on a deep emotional level has been ripped away, and sitting alone here in this big, dark house... it is a terrifying low point in my life. I feel completely empty, my mind fills with the thoughts of her and him, together, enjoying the life I wanted her and I to have. A life we used to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This begs to destroy everything I have been working toward, all of my progress hangs with my slivers of rational thought. Something this powerful does have the capacity to destroy me... because I have nowhere else to go. Besides my family, I truly have no one I can turn to in this world. I have to rely on myself, my own strengths. A lot of people think I'm crazy when I tell them how hard I work to achieve my goals, others think I am destroying my body by limiting and exerting it so much. Many people don't understand my motivations because they have never had to rely solely on themselves, in every aspect. If I fail to achieve what it is I set out to do, it will be the last straw. It will destroy me. I might not be obese to the point my life is physically in danger, but my spiritual and emotional life is. You can take from that what you like, and I really don't give a shit whether or not you approve. My point is, so many people are ungrateful for the people and support in their lives, in struggles, in accomplishments. If you have that support, and it brings you peace in times of chaos, or solace in times of unrest, or comfort in times of need, do something to ensure that those people never fade from your life. Thank them, show the gratitude that should be enveloping your every thought. Despite your personal struggles whether they be weight or looks or work or school, remember the people that keep you going day by day, and love them deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, will make this a weapon. I will use this pure, unadulterated hate to drive myself. I will fight with resentment and contempt for all the utter failures that have become marking points in my life. I will carry on with the irreversible anger caused by my childish attempts to trust and love ANYTHING but myself. I will never give another person the ability to hurt or change me. The world is a despicable, angry, fucked up place, and I see no happiness in it. So I will make my own. And I will not fail. And nobody is going to stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy fucking 4th of July. Hope your day was just peachy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-2119735982619785398?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/2119735982619785398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=2119735982619785398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/2119735982619785398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/2119735982619785398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-hate-is-justified.html' title='My hate is justified.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-8562581539587027494</id><published>2009-07-02T19:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:21:07.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Struggle</title><content type='html'>I struggle, because sometimes, willpower is not enough. Determination is not enough, neither is persistence, or even promises of a better life. When you kick your ass consistently, eat right, remain mentally in tune with your goals, and then get bashed in the face with a brick of weight-loss reality, it brings you teetering to an edge. I've gone through this more times than I care to think about, probably because I hold my goals up to such a high level. I see other people do this as well, and it is scary to see them struggle to maintain any sort of consistency with such weighted shoulders. I once heard that trying to subdue an eating disorder is like trying to quit Heroin, except much worse, as you need to have at least some food every day, whereas with drugs, they are not necessary. In a lot of ways I believe this is factual, most of us use food to escape something, and becoming disappointed in ourselves because of ill-fated goals creates a near-inescapable snowball process. The snowball is manageable to a certain point, but as it grows larger it becomes harder and harder to control. Sometimes, when you feel as if your doing everything right but not seeing results, it is either because your body is readjusting and becoming a more efficient machine, or your diluting the facts of your own accomplishments/failures. I struggle to be aware of this, to constantly ask myself whether or not I'm being honest of my accomplishments. I struggle to avoid excuses, to motivate myself, to abstain from delicious, succulent past-times that I once so temporarily enjoyed. I am not perfect, and neither is anyone else. There are two things that I know are fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Numbers don't lie&lt;br /&gt;2. When buying toilet paper, you get what you pay for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, if you write down every single thing that you do, monitor (closely) what you eat, and remain in a reasonable-for-your-body deficit every single day, the numbers won't lie... but there are particular X factors that occur within your body that you will NEVER understand as well as your body does, and that is why expectations do not always see consistency or even time-allotted accomplishments. I struggle to remember this whenever all seems lost and in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will not give up. I will adapt. I will allow my body to change, find a niche, and stay there as long as my body wants to stay, and when it is ready to change once again, I will struggle to remember exactly how I feel right now, ready to change with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-8562581539587027494?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/8562581539587027494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=8562581539587027494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8562581539587027494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8562581539587027494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-struggle.html' title='I Struggle'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-8825457007689424067</id><published>2009-07-01T18:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:56:47.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday's are just so much FUN.</title><content type='html'>Dude, my shoulders are torn to high heaven. So are my abs. At least it was a nice day today, it made the three hours of shoveling dirt almost bearable. After work I went to work out and we had to haul ass, my lifting buddy had somewhere to be at 7, so we did our two hour day in about an hour and a half, and we started earlier. And his sister was baking cookies upstairs... it wafted slowly down into the man den, coaxing us upstairs. Mike ate like 7, and I abstained. That kid can eat anything, and never gain a pound. Fucking bastard. So my parents are gone for the rest of the week, and the house is silent. I love it. Gives me time to concentrate on stuffs and no more pressure to eat my moms amazing home cooking. You've no idea how hard it is to come home from college, after eating nothing but ramen noodles and soup for the last two weeks of school, during finals. My mother is evil, I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I'm always busy, which is great, because it gives me less time to think about terrible foods, and I exercise when I'm busy. I really want to pull of a show-stopper for the Missouri 60... this is my 5th day in. OH YAY ONLY 55 MORE TO GO... I'd sure like to be at most of my goals on a consistent basis by then. I'm also excited to see the before and after photos. I'm gonna post another before/after pic on Monday, just to see where ten days has gotten me. Taking pictures is like, the greatest thing you could ever do if your trying to lose weight and get in shape. The subtle differences that occur over a week really begin to show when you look at them from one side to the other, and whenever your feeling down or the scale is being gay or whatever, you can just go back and look at the progress. Works great for me, anyways. Well, I'm out. Time for some oven roasted chicken.. mmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-8825457007689424067?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/8825457007689424067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=8825457007689424067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8825457007689424067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8825457007689424067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/07/wednesdays-are-just-so-much-fun.html' title='Wednesday&apos;s are just so much FUN.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-6132220592962174164</id><published>2009-06-30T19:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:53:36.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired, tired. I'm tired.</title><content type='html'>Gah no time to blog. Back to work, at gym after... by the time I get home, I'm completely fried. Everything is back on track though, haven't missed or screwed up anything yet. I am having a really hard time motivating myself to do cardio, mostly because I forgot the charger for my Zune up at school, and it's so hard to run, let alone without music. So my parents are going out of town for a week, which should be nice, having the house to myself and no parents trying to either stuff food down my throat or get on my nerves. I can only take my family in small doses, it will probably be good for all of us. This weekend is, of course, July 4th, and drinking will probably be an issue I will have to face. Also, hamburgers and hot dogs. But, getting through ym vacation makes me feel like it is entirely feasable, and in fact, realistic. But, I have no energy, I'm going to bed. Sorry for such a boring post, have a really long day tomorrow. Good luck with the rest of the week everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-6132220592962174164?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/6132220592962174164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=6132220592962174164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6132220592962174164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6132220592962174164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired-tired-im-tired.html' title='Tired, tired. I&apos;m tired.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-3648890455788495483</id><published>2009-06-28T13:22:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:17:16.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Day Before/After and Missouri 60 Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SkerNP0e6XI/AAAAAAAAADE/Db0yWrtJ0gg/s1600-h/June+16th+Front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SkerNP0e6XI/AAAAAAAAADE/Db0yWrtJ0gg/s320/June+16th+Front.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352434926226434418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 16th Front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SkerGF-WFSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ryolP4PwiCk/s1600-h/June+16th+Side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SkerGF-WFSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ryolP4PwiCk/s320/June+16th+Side.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352434803324359970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 16th Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Skeq-PzgXDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0T7OlC_HbcY/s1600-h/June+26th+Front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Skeq-PzgXDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0T7OlC_HbcY/s320/June+26th+Front.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352434668524297266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 26th Front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Skeq3X6iAtI/AAAAAAAAACs/RV70d3Kg-PQ/s1600-h/June+26th+Side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/Skeq3X6iAtI/AAAAAAAAACs/RV70d3Kg-PQ/s320/June+26th+Side.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352434550442164946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 26th Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally found my camera chord. I have been taking pictures every day, but I think I will do these before/after on ten day increments. My perspectives in these aren't the same because I was on vacation and it was difficult to find a place to put the camera to mimic the angles at home, but I tried. The next batch should be much more accurate. God, my posture has improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to mention, I will be using the June 26th photos for The Anti-Jared's Missouri 60 Challenge. So, there they are everyone. I can't wait to see the results 58 days from now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-3648890455788495483?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/3648890455788495483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=3648890455788495483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/3648890455788495483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/3648890455788495483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-day-beforeafter.html' title='10 Day Before/After and Missouri 60 Photos'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SkerNP0e6XI/AAAAAAAAADE/Db0yWrtJ0gg/s72-c/June+16th+Front.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-3267048155953496038</id><published>2009-06-28T12:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:43:15.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6-7: Hilton Head Challenge, Complete. Mission Accompished.</title><content type='html'>MMM...KAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, so Friday was great. I missed posting because I passed out on the couch whilst watching Die Hard 2. Then we drove all day yesterday, during which time my eating was also perfect. I would have to say that of the entire vacation, Friday was probably the worst nutrition wise because for lunch I had half a Turkey sub.... on white bread. It was delicious.... but by eating that sugar I basically told my body I didn't want to burn fat for the next two hours... which was a bit disappointing. I did go on a two hour kayaking tour that morning though, and it kicked my ass. Probably because I did arms on Thursday, but I made it. Beautiful scenery. And then my parents and I went to Hudson's for dinner. I don't know if any of you have ever been to Hilton Head, but if you have, you've probably been to Hudson's. The food is amazing, the drinks are flowing, and they have literally, hands down, the world's greatest Hush Puppies. I actually think they have won several U.S. titles for them. I mean, they are delicious. Out of this world, amazing, and they come free with dinner. Like rolls. And... I didn't eat one of them. And for dinner I had Stuffed Shrimp (crabmeat), brown rice, veggies. I had two of the shrimp, half the rice, and half the veggies. It was the most tempting night I had the entire vacation. And then, I went and worked out for two and a half hours afterward. Now, according to the scales at HH, I lost something like 4 pounds while I was on vacation, but according to the scale at home, it's reading a loss of 8.5 pounds from last Friday. Two things... I haven't been keeping track on a consistent basis or scale, and I weighed myself at night a week ago, and then this morning. I'd say there is something like a 2-3 pound difference, so I'm going to weigh myself tonight. At least I came back from vacation better than I started, so in my book, mission accomplished. And I rpomise, as soon as I find that retarted cord, I will post pictures here. Thanks for reading everyone. Good luck this upcoming week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-3267048155953496038?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/3267048155953496038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=3267048155953496038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/3267048155953496038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/3267048155953496038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-6-7-hilton-head-challenge-complete.html' title='Day 6-7: Hilton Head Challenge, Complete. Mission Accompished.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-8305880401894699249</id><published>2009-06-26T12:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:49:27.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: Hilton Head Challenge, Complete.</title><content type='html'>Ah sorry for the late post. Yesterday was another great day for me nutrition wise, and decent exercise wise as well. The day started off with a trip to the beach, where I laid out, trying to even up my other half, for about an hour. I played Boche Ball with the rent's, and then we went to the bar for some broiled shrimp buckets. I had six largish shrimp, with cocktail sauce, and called this lunch. At around 3, I came home and chiled for awhile, which eventually turned into a nap. For some reason I just had no energy yesterday, probably a combination of sun and not getting quite enough calories. I woke up around &amp;amp;:30 and headed over to they gym, and my workout was ok. I got 20 minutes of ellpitical at about 2 miles, and then proceeded to do arms. At the time, I felt like I was working my arms pretty hard, but today there isn't too much of a burn. I know the weight was heavy enough because by the 4th set of each exercise, I was struggling. TOday I woke up and there dosen't seem to be much muscle soreness, so I don't know what's up. Anyways, I came home and fixed myself a chicken breast with a genrous side of mixed veggies, which was stupendous. And then I couldn't fall asleep for like 4 hours, despite my lack of energy. It was a prety downtime kinda day, and I really didn't have any energy for the entire duration, but today I am feelig much better. (Went Kyacking for two hours this morning, it was stupendous and invigorating.) However, I would like to adress something in this post that I have discovered about myself, something I find to be very disturbing and frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the "all or nothing type", and I like things done fast. I'm visula, I want to see the results, I want to know that what I'm doing is the right thing. Without having taken daily pictures, there is no telling whether or not I would be able to keep up my pace of progress. It's just, I know in the back of my head, this isn't a one week, two week, on month, 6 month or even yearly venture... its a lifestyle change. Sure, I have harder days than others, but my life is good, I'm improving, but my desire to see these "instant results" is monopolizing my thought process. When I look in the mirror, sure I see little changes here and there, but it feels like for all the effort I put in, I should be on the cover of a bodybuilding magazine. I know it's ridiculous to even have those thoughts because I know that is not how things work in this department. But, something inside of me is gets furious about it, and then I start to feel my motivations slip away. I have to constantly remind myself of the reality in this situation, and it helps me move forward, but I'm so afraid of one day just completely snapping because of the "what's the point" attitude. It's. Just. GAH! I wish I was a more patient person, I wish I could eliminate those thoughts from my mind. I wish I could focus more on my past progress, and use that as a driving tool. I know most people go through this thought process, especially in the beginning. I just wish it wasn't a DAILY thing. It's exhausting.  So yeah, that's my rant. Time to go make myself that lunch, Kyaking kicked my arse this morning. Good luck to everyone today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-8305880401894699249?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/8305880401894699249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=8305880401894699249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8305880401894699249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8305880401894699249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-5-hilton-head-challenge-complete.html' title='Day 5: Hilton Head Challenge, Complete.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-152731143435394471</id><published>2009-06-25T10:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:08:13.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: Hilton Head Challenge, Complete</title><content type='html'>Man, I was so tired last night. I don't know why really, maybe everything just caught up with me finally. I slept about 8 hours, then took a 3 hour nap. I had lunch around 1, same thing as always, and then walked about a mile to the store to buy some diet soda. I didn't really do much other than that, it was kind of a boring day. My parents went out to dinner to the best restaurant on the island, so needless to say I chose not to go with them. Instead, I went to the gym around 7 and got started on my supa long workout.  Because I didn't play any basketball today, I ran for 10 minutes on the treadmill and then 15 minutes on the elliptical. Then it was on to abs, and yesterday was shoulders. It was kind of a depressing workout because it was REALLY hard while I was doing it, but today I hardly feel any burn. Makes me feel like I wasted my time, even though I know that is not the case. My abs hurt, though. So tomorrow, my mom and I want to go kyaking, problem is tonight I have arms. So... I either have to switch and do back tonight, or do arms tonight and suck it up if we do go kyaking. I guess I'll just have to wait for my mom to make a decision. Problem is, she can't make decisions. So0o0 anyways, that's about all I got for yesterday... I think the sunburn is healed enough, I will go down to the beach today. My mom bought Boche Ball, so I will probably make an afternoon out of that.  Thanks for reading, and good luck with your goals today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-152731143435394471?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/152731143435394471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=152731143435394471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/152731143435394471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/152731143435394471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-4-hilton-head-challenge-complete.html' title='Day 4: Hilton Head Challenge, Complete'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-5134685365509685428</id><published>2009-06-24T00:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:50:00.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: Hilton Head Challenge, Complete</title><content type='html'>Ah, another day here in South Carolina, and another victory for me. Today was great, though physically and mentally the most demanding thus far. The fatass inside of me tried to escape, but I prevailed. Woke up at about 6 this morning, and went deep sea fishing with the whole family and Captain Jim (whom we've gone out with every year). It was a great run... I of course caught the largest creature of the deep, a 6 foot wide, 6 foot long stingray. Let me tell you, besides the tuna I caught back when I was thirteen, this monster gave me the hardest fight of my life. We had to pull up the anchor and trail the fish because it pulled off about 500 feet of line on top of what was already out, and the coolest thing about that is there is nothing you can do while the fish is running. It took me about 25 minutes to reel the son-of-a-bitch in, and but I finally did it. Man, after doing chest and abs last night, my upper body was on fire at the end of that struggle. As soon as I find a chord for my camera, I'll post a picture sometime in the near future. It was too large (and dangerous) to fully bring into the boat, so unfortunately I did not get to hold it while a picture was taken, but hey, we got it about halfway out of the water, and some pretty nice pics. My dad came in second with a 4 foot blacktip shark, weighing in somewhere around 60-70 pounds, but we had to throw it back for legal reasons. But, everyone in my family did catch something, so it was a good morning to say the least. I was exhausted when we got back to the condo, so I took about a 4 hour nap and consequently missed lunch, although I did have two eggs and some cheese for breakfast. After I woke up, I headed down to the basketball court and got about 25 minutes of shooting hoops in, again just enough to work up a sweat before dinner, to help my metabolism bypass the fat storage. We went to the salty dog cafe, and I put our name in while at the same time flirting with the incredibly cute hostess. She said it would probably take two and a half hours, but due to my wit and ridiculous charm, we were seated within 20 minutes. The weight loss and lifting might have helped as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for dinner, I sported the chef's special, a daily catch of grilled Grouper, brown rice, and mixed vegetables. I ate half of everything on my plate, and opted to just leave the rest as I have plenty of food here at home. I think that will be the new rule: only eat half of what they bring me at restaurants. It seems to be working pretty well, and hit helkps me practice protion control. Anyways, we came home afterward and I once again headed out to the gym, and tonight was mentally the toughest. It was just one of those night when I really didn't want to do anything. I ran for 20 minutes, roughly 2 miles, and then did a full leg workout. It took about a hour and a half to finish everything, but it seemed like 3. But, I got everything done, which is important. I hope to have a little soreness in my legs tomorrow, I hate working out and then feeling fine the next day.... I mostly had to use machines for my routine tonight as they do no have a barbell, and I'm worried it won't have benefited me as much. Only time will tell. I had another great day, positives on both the nutrition and working out, so I can't complain. Tomorrow is going to be tough, I've got shoulders, abs, and cardio.... meaning it will probably be the longest night thus far. But, I'm going to do it. Like I said, I will not fail. Hope everyone had a great day today, and good luck with the days to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10 hours later) P.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say, I'm pretty pissed off with my genetics. I'm like super tall, and all my weight sits on my stomach. Like.... ALL of it. A little bit on my chin, but that's mostly gone now. I mean, I read a lot of blogs and I see a lot of pictures... and its really frustrating to see pople who looked SO much better physically when they weighed the same as I do now. I have a decent amount of muscle mass and I do a good amount of cardio, and I eat right, but all my fat just sits there. I remember 3 years ago when I weighed 190, I STILL had fat sitting on my love handles. It just pisses me of that I got these crap genetics. I mean, I'm probably he only 6'4 person who could weigh 190 and still have fat hanging off me nearly shoulder width apart. I don't know what I can do to fix this problem... because most people I see don't have it at my weight currently, let alone 190-185 (my eventual goal). Anyways, when I get home and have the opportunity to show you the last two weeks of progress, you'll see what I'm talking about. I have slimmed down, but nowhere near looking like I want to. I know you can't core train fat away in certain areas, basically the only thing I can do is keep up the nutrition and work my abs like crazy. I'm just frustrated... I know this is only my tenth offical day and I should be proud, (which I am), but long term seems like such a distant venture. 300 Days from now? 600? Man, even a month seems eons away. Maybe its because I'm on vacation, everything moves slower out here, but just worke up in a frustrated mood. I'll feel better after my insanely long workout tonight, hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-5134685365509685428?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/5134685365509685428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=5134685365509685428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/5134685365509685428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/5134685365509685428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-3-hilton-head-challenge-complete.html' title='Day 3: Hilton Head Challenge, Complete'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-2263275713945514109</id><published>2009-06-22T22:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:49:07.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Hilton Head Challenge, Complete</title><content type='html'>Oh man, what a day. I can hardly type. I can hardly focus on the screen. I'm barely awake. Today was intense. I couldn't fall asleep last night, as I was up talking to some great people and also, was just wide awake. Also, I had taken a nap earlier that morning. Anywho, I finally fell asleep around 4:30 am, and woke up around 11. I didn't eat breakfast because honestly, I forgot, and by the time I remembered, it was lunchtime. So I went down to the basketball courts and shot some hoops for about 20 minutes, just enough to work up a sweat and get the ol' heart-rate going.  I came back to the condo around 12:30 and fixed my standard lunch: turkey sandwich, two reduced fat cheese sticks, and a handful of pretzles. Oddly enough, it really filled me up. Then I headed down to the beach with the rent's, we sat out for about 3 hours and although I applied gratuitious amounts of sunscreen, I look like a tomato on one side of my body right now. Tomorow I'll have to lay on my stomach for awhile, just to even things up. And boy, does going to the beach make you humble... there are so many perfect people walking around, its like watching an episode of Laguna Beach or something. Oddly depressing but stranger still, nice to know that one day I will be one of those Calvin Klein models walking around in the little world of physical near-perfection. Don't get me wrong, there were plenty of people out there much worse off than me, but it was still a little unnerving to take off my shirt, though my progress visually I think is great. It was a nice dose of perspective. Anywho, we ame back to the condo around 5 and I headed off for another round of basketball... probably played for 30 minutes that time round. Then my parents went out o dinner and I opted to stay home, during which time I went to the gym. Today was chest and abs, and I got a solid hour and a half of lifting in as well. Not bad for no music, doing it by myself. They had no bar for bench, so I did freeweights, which I discovered are INSANELY MORE DIFFICULT than traditional bench press, incline, and flys. I was planning on doing some pushups afterwards, which I tried to do, but I couldn't even hold myself up. Needless to say, I maxed out the muscles I set out to max, and that is a great feeling. Oh, and since I've been reading so many great tips and articles on all your blogs, I decided to incorperate cadrio into my nightly workouts, beforehand. Tonight was the first night doing both cardio and lifting, I did a sort of variation of HIIT in my head for twenty minutes, and it was the perfect amountof warmup... 2.5 miles on the ski machine at multiple speeds. That will definitely be a part of my weekly workouts from now on, even though my construction job knocks the crap out of me and I will probably have to jog, jumprope o play basketball with Mike once I get home. No pain, no gain... right? But enough about me, its time to make some dinner and CRASH. On the menu: Chicken breast sauteed in olive oil, asian spice, and a bit of garlic powder, topped with a generous pinch of sharp cheddar, and some broccoli on the side. And I counted today, which I consider an average because I didn't change anything. On average I drink about fifteen 12oz bottles of water a day, and maybe a diet coke or two. I've never had a problem with the whole getting enough fluids thing... weird. But yes, anothe perfect day, and one step closer to completing this vacation better than I started. My spirits are high, and I hope your are too. Goodnight everyone, have a great rest of the week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-2263275713945514109?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/2263275713945514109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=2263275713945514109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/2263275713945514109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/2263275713945514109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/06/hilton-head-challenge-day-2-complete.html' title='Day 2: Hilton Head Challenge, Complete'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-477660759411408766</id><published>2009-06-21T22:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:09:51.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: Hilton Head Challenge, Complete</title><content type='html'>Ah, my first full day at HH is over... and it was a great one. This morning me and the rent's went to the grocery store, from which I was able to stockpile all my food for the week... which is great. After we got back, I walked over to the basketball court and shot some hoops for about 20 minutes... and in the 90 degree, 100% humidity, it was quite strenuous. I came back to the condo, took a nap, and then it was off to dinner for fathers day. We went to the Aqua grill, and despite the many temptations I was able to find something on the menu to fit my requirements. I had 7 grilled shrimp, about half a cup of green beans, and maybe a quarter cup of rice. I only ate about half the rice they gave me, but it's pretty hard to judge the exact amount as I don't often make rice and it it smaller before you cook it. And I had a diet coke/water to drink... which was definitely the hardest par what with my entire family drinking gallons of alcohol all around me. And, I said no to the bread. It was suprisingly a very filling meal... probably because I've been eating such small portions as of late. Then we came home, chillaxed for a bit, and Dad opened his Father's Day gifts... I got him the Die Hard Quadilogy, and he was mucho pleased. Then around 9, I headed over to the gym and did another 30 minutes of elliptical, just to keep pace with what I do during the week. The machine said I burned something like 450 calories over the course of 2.75 miles... but I don't know if that is entirely accurate. I was sweatin', thats for sure. And as this was my second night, I saw the same guy in the gym as last night. Though I can't remember his name, he plans to be there tomorrow too so at least I will have someone to talk to during my workouts this week... which should make things easier. Anyways, tomorrow is chest and abs, and hopefully another perfect day of eating. I sat down and did the math today, and I have to eat roughly 2300 calories or less if I want to weigh 185 pounds by September 24th. It's a pretty big goal (2.7 ppw) but I think with enough effort and focus, especially with my construction job, it is attainable. I will make it. And I'm doing Jared's 60 day missouri challenge, unfortunatly I have no way of uploading the picutes I have taken this past week, but I do have my camera here and will continue to do so until I get home, at which time I will upload every day since the 15th. High point of the day: The guy I met at the gym thought I weighed 190 pounds. YEAH, right. I'm 222 give or take (I weighed myself at night, after I ate) which I know is terrible of me... but still he thought I looked 32 pounds lighter than I actually am. Rock on. Well... time for bed. Good luck this week everyone, make it a great one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-477660759411408766?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/477660759411408766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=477660759411408766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/477660759411408766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/477660759411408766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-1-hilton-head-challenge-complete.html' title='Day 1: Hilton Head Challenge, Complete'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-688058032476928522</id><published>2009-06-20T23:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:51:21.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally made it.</title><content type='html'>Well, we finally made it t HH at about 9pm. I kept with my food all day in the car by bringing everything I needed with me, and tomorrow I'm going to the store first thing in the morning to get all my supplies for the week. I'm going to try and avoid eating out with my family as much as possible, but I will go along with them to the restaurants. I will get fish for dinner if I have to.  As soon as we got here, I went to the fitness center, which turned out to be really nice.  They hav a ton of machines and free-weights, so I should be able to get in most of ym exercising come monday, but I didn't see a bench which means I will have to find some other excercises for chest... most likely pushups and freeweight press. I got in half an hour of cardio tonight, so I'm feeling good about getting at least a little exercise after sitting in the darn car all day. But now, I'm off to bed.. tomorrow is supposed to be a hot one. So tired. Here's to another great week of getting fit! Intensity, focus, drive and commitment. Can' wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-688058032476928522?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/688058032476928522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=688058032476928522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/688058032476928522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/688058032476928522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-made-it.html' title='Finally made it.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-7894050833943891683</id><published>2009-06-19T22:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:32:01.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great week thus far</title><content type='html'>WEEK IS OVER! HELLZ YEAH. And I'm leaving for HH tomorrow. I kept with everything this week, nearly perfect minus the glass of rum and diet sprite last night. It's been about 100000 degrees outside every day, and I worked out with Mike every day after work. This might have been close to the hardest (physical) week of my life. Today, I drank 15 glass of water, and I have yet to use the restroom. I'm sore, everywhere, and so tired that it is almost impossible to keep typing. My food intake has been spectacular.. to say the least. If I can keep with it all summer, I'm going to be a new man in just 3 months. I've been taking pictures every day, and somewhere down the line I will post the results. Personally, I don't see too much of a difference but it's only been a handful of days and I'm extremely self-conscious/picky about my physique... so maybe I jest. But now it is time to focus. I will do some cardio tomorrow and Sunday at the resort gym, and when Monday rolls around it will be time to resume my weight lifting, without my workout partner. The mental preparation is key, and I know that I'm going to be ready for it. I will succeed. And I will have to closely monitor my food intake... while trying my absolute best to stick with my normal diet (food which I will be taking with me). By next weeks end, I want to be in the best shape I've been in for the past 8 months. It is an immense undertaking, but based on how hard I pushed myself this week and how great I feel about myself right now, I know it can (and will) be done. Out of curiosity, I'm going to weigh myself tomorrow just to see where I am right now. I wouldn't expect too much of a difference because of the ridiculous amount of weight training, but maybe I'll be surprised. Anyways, its time for freaking sleep. Oh yes, sleep. Thank the gods. I'll try to post while I'm away, keep it real everyone and expect GOOD NEWS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-7894050833943891683?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/7894050833943891683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=7894050833943891683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/7894050833943891683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/7894050833943891683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/06/team-eric-fuck-yeah.html' title='Great week thus far'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-2656163682351066668</id><published>2009-06-17T19:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:41:47.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump day can die.</title><content type='html'>Dude, fuck today. Had to wake up earlier than normal (4:30am) for the shitty ol' Wednesday safety meeting at work, and absolutely NOTHING went right today while we were out on the job. For example, the second job we went to after the first became impossible made the former look like ten cheese conies with no calories (they need to make this). These fuckers at the telephone company want me and my partner to pull cable in a two inch duct almost 400 feet through an entire fucking forest. Seriously... the foilage is so thick you can't see two feet in front of you. So we push the duct and of course, it stops about 4 feet in because about seven sycamore trees as big around as the size of car tires have decided to grow right on top of where the duct is running. So the duct is filled with roots, we can't more around in the forest area enough to even bring a shovel, and even if we could it wouldn't matter because we'd have to chainsaw literally EVERYTHING in a straight line for the entire 400 feet. That's like 4 days work just to clear a fucking path, and then we have to dig through roots and dirt and rock and dead bodies just so we can eventually run a new duct system which will be the end result anyways. And I don't even want to talk about the first job. The good news is, I stuck with my food today and got a great workout in With mike... today was shoulders. I don't know if my arms are still attached honestly. I'll regret it tomorrow, I'm sure... when I take on the Amazon fucking forest. God damn Wednesdays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-2656163682351066668?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/2656163682351066668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=2656163682351066668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/2656163682351066668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/2656163682351066668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/06/hump-day-can-die.html' title='Hump day can die.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-1881201382994374486</id><published>2009-06-16T19:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:55:54.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not fail.</title><content type='html'>Ok so, here's the rundown. This summer is the beginning of the rest of my life. I know it sounds corny, but I'm determined like I never have been.... it almost feels divine, and for the first time EVER, it feels right. So, I'm home for the summer and working construction. I'm hobo crew, shoveling, digging, pulling, lifting, and everything in-between. In the wonderful Ohio humidity, no less. AND IM HAPPY! I get so much exercise during the day, it's almost sick. Today (I counted) in total I drank one and a half gallons of water and one diet soda over a 7 hour period, and never went to the restroom. I'm pretty stoked about that, because it means I'm busting my ass and burning, sweating, and doin so many good things for my heart and body all at once. I feel better, and I'm getting a tan. Now, there are a few downsides to working out in the city doing construction, and the most important one I have to be careful of is food, because most construction workers live out of gas stations. I have found a solution for this, and so far it has been working: I never carry money with me to work. Instead, I pack myself a predetermined, healthy lunch, and eat a small, nutritious breakfast every morning. The other downside is that I have to be careful, too much shoveling and lifting can overstrain my body, and that would especially suck because I'M NOT DONE YET. After I get home, I change and imediatally go over to my friend Mikes. He has a full gym/weight set in his basement, and every day we do anywhere from 1 and a 1/2-2 and a 1/2 hours of lifting. We do a different muscle group every day, and about 5-7 different exercises in total. We also do about 4 ab workouts every other day. On fridays we require ourselves to run, and we leave the option open to run on another day, depending on our schedules.... but the other day will probably just be sprints if we do them at all. I get anough cardio during the day as it is. Dosen't sound so corny now, does it? I eat a lean protien rich dinner with tons of veggies afterwards, and try to get myself into bed so I can get at LEAST 7 hours of sleep every night. The summer has just begun, but I have found a way to control my food urges, balance my intakes, and revive my healthy eating style all while fitting it into a ridiculous exercise regime that is convienent to my schedule and lifestlye. If I fail to achieve my goals this summer, I'm simply a lost cause, and there is no hope for me. Well, I will not fail, because I'm having fun, working hard, and eating right. I have vacation next week, going to SC Hilton Head, and its going to be the toughest challenge I have faced so far. Luckily, they have a gym at the resort, and Plenty of running space on the beach. I will get my exercise, but it is food I most worrry about (namely all the amazing resturants.) This week is going to be total mental preparation, a test of my resolve. I may post before I go, but if I don't, await my results for anyone reading. If I fail, lay into me and ask me why, force me to face the music. I leave this as a contingency plan, but I will not fail. I will not fail. I will not fail. Thank you to all who do check in from time to time, I'm sorry I'm not a great blogger, but I will try harder. Time for dinner and bed! Good luck to EVERYONE out there dealing with their personal challenges, you have my support. In peace, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-1881201382994374486?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/1881201382994374486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=1881201382994374486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/1881201382994374486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/1881201382994374486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-will-not-fail.html' title='I will not fail.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-5463810736856032102</id><published>2009-05-16T07:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T07:49:04.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Round 2. Fight.</title><content type='html'>Woah, its me. Been about 2 months since my last post.  There is a lot to talk about, but basically I've just been ridiculously busy and life threw a few shit-tornadoes my way, and such the world turns. So here's the deal. I'm back up to 233, so I put 8 pounds back on over the 2 last months. I quit smoking, which is huge, and I have a vacation on June 20th. My goal is to be down to 210 pounds in time for my vacation, which is the ideal healthy weight for my height. Long term, I want to be somewhere at my original goal, which is about 180 or so. Over the past 3 days I've been back into the swing of things (for the most part), and the good news is I'm nowhere near the 240+, my heaviest, about 5 months ago. I did some reading of the blogs I follow, and I want to congradulate the vast majority of you for keeping up the execellent work, it is very inspirational. So, thanks, and good luck with all your personal goals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-5463810736856032102?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/5463810736856032102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=5463810736856032102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/5463810736856032102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/5463810736856032102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/05/round-2-fight.html' title='Round 2. Fight.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-4747977432503016401</id><published>2009-03-02T22:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:00:30.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay monday.</title><content type='html'>Ah, Monday... monday. Another glorious day of class. My eating went well today, I got back into the swing of things, although I'm trying to eat a little more than I used to, because running and playing basketball as much as I do, I need the extra. But so far today I just ate my usual stuff, minus lunch because I forgot. I might make a few hot dogs or something later on, depending on how I feel. But the working out is going well, I'm hoping to at least have dropped a pound come Wednesday, but this weekend was pretty atrocious as far as eating goes. I did go to the gym for about 4 hours, did a mile warm-up run, and played 4 games of pickup basketball, altogether pretty intense. And I got my lift in earlier, so I'll say the weekend still goes in favor of eating poorly, but at least I got out there and did something extra. I'll be going to the gym when I wake up tomorrow, it's actually enjoyable for me because I like running and playing basketball, both of which are facilitated when I go. And i guess I'll update later on tomorrow, have a good week everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-4747977432503016401?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/4747977432503016401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=4747977432503016401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/4747977432503016401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/4747977432503016401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay-monday.html' title='Yay monday.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-4181367022689043561</id><published>2009-03-01T16:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:20:07.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Half-Post</title><content type='html'>Oh man, I ate like crap these last two days.... I'm going to the gym today though so hopefully I can salvage myself a little bit. Good news is I weighed myself this morning and I haven't gained anything so far, hopefully. My goal for the week is 222.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-4181367022689043561?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/4181367022689043561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=4181367022689043561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/4181367022689043561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/4181367022689043561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/03/half-post.html' title='Half-Post'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-6723908828975409060</id><published>2009-02-28T13:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:43:54.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends, lol.</title><content type='html'>I have had the most ridicufuckintastic weekend ever, and I'm in college people. I can't believe its only Saturday. Last night I managed to drag myself out of bed and I did my workout, and right up at the end when I was getting ready to do lunges, I was picking myself up off the floor, tripped, and banged my knee something fierce. I've got this huge super-gash across the front of my leg, and a bruise that looks something like Virgina. So, I didn't get to do my lunges. And I had a huge glass of orange juice this morning, so its not exactly my routine but hey. I probably burned an equal amount of calories cursing the world and hating my life after the knee incident.  Whatever, it wasn't perfect. I've been drinking this weekend too, so yeah. I figured it out, Thursday was something like 2200 calories and yesterday was probably about 1800. Oh cool story, on Thursday I reached a new level of cardio when I was playing a few pickup games of basketball down at the gym. I though my heart was going to explode. I bought a bottle of vitamin water and it was literally gone in about six seconds. I don't even like vitamin water that much, but it was cold and available. I've never been so completely bombed in my life, and it felt good. I can't wait for next Tuesday, the next time I have enough time to go play a few games. And the best part? I don't have to run on tuesday-thursday if I go play basketball, because I'm getting triple the exercise doing something I enjoy. I feel like it makes my urges to eat a bit more intense though, so gotta be careful. But yeah, I feel good. Maybe I'll go for a run... peace out people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-6723908828975409060?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/6723908828975409060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=6723908828975409060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6723908828975409060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6723908828975409060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekends-lol.html' title='Weekends, lol.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-3203528959873369276</id><published>2009-02-27T19:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:56:45.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm never drinking again.</title><content type='html'>Man, I've been fighting those hangover binge urges all day today. But, I made it this far. Now I just have to convince myself that lifting seems like a good idea. Ugh. It doesn't. I think I'll take (another) nap and see how I feel once the ibuprofen kicks in. I've got nothing interesting to say right now, so I'll update this pathetic excuse for a post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-3203528959873369276?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/3203528959873369276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=3203528959873369276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/3203528959873369276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/3203528959873369276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-never-drinking-again.html' title='I&apos;m never drinking again.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-5168431509739725814</id><published>2009-02-25T23:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:15:53.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Weigh-In</title><content type='html'>Thank god, no more class for the week. I quit smoking and it is literally impossible for me to fall asleep, so today I was fucknuts tired. I couldn't keep my eyes open in class. On the plus side, I DID make it to all of my classes, and I got to have breakfast this morning. Brought lunch with me to school so I ate in the middle of the day too. But when I got home, I collapsed into bed and didn't wake up until 10 pm. Again, it was terribly difficult to get my lazy ass out of bed and workout, but I did it. Actually, once I started lifting, I woke up considerably. And I noticed that I'm not breathing quite as hard, probably the side effect of not sucking down cancer anymore. I felt good afterwards, made myself some dinner, and now I'm watching a Sienfield marathon. But good news, today I weighed myself, and the scale read 224! Or, at least really close to 224, I have one of those old fashined scales so its hard for me to tell exactly where the needle is landing, but nevertheless, I was happy! I'll expect my weightloss to slow down considerably now that two weeks have passed and most of the water weight is gone.  I don't eat a whole lot of sodium so I don't think that is going to be a problem either. But yeah, so I stuck to it today and everything is going great and I'm beginning to see results so woohoo. I've got nothing else, so peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-5168431509739725814?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/5168431509739725814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=5168431509739725814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/5168431509739725814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/5168431509739725814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/02/second-weigh-in.html' title='Second Weigh-In'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-3964223148638807363</id><published>2009-02-24T16:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:20:05.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions, Tigers and... Starvation Mode?</title><content type='html'>Well, I was recently asked about my eating habits. Truth be told, I at most only eat around 1300-1500 calories a day, and often enough I don't even make it there. At first, the reason for my eating this way was to severely restrict the amount and type of foods I was eating. I'm an impulsive, binge eater. Just to be honest with everyone, my capacity for eating is almost limitless. Before I started dieting and exercising (which I like to think of as more a lifestyle change nowadays) I was eating about 8,000-10,000 calories a day, easily. Probably two or more trips to a fast food restaurant, a two liter or more of Mountain Dew, large bag of chips, couple of candy bars, and then I would usually make myself some kind of gigantic dinner. I'm the guy that can eat two large pizzas without a second thought. I can eat two boxes of spaghetti with sauce and meat, or whatever else I could find to throw on. And I could do that after a whole day of eating. My "dinner meal" at McDonald's was 5 double cheeseburgers, 2 large fries, 2 ten piece chicken nuggets, and a large sprite. That's 4870 calories, for one meal. I'm not kidding folks, it's a miracle I only weighed 240 pounds when this started... my body is a very efficient machine, my metabolism is better than most.  But the reason I restrict myself is because I don't have full control over my problem, and I fear for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was asked by both people on this blog and people I live with, are you trying to starve yourself? Aren't you afraid of starvation mode? Yeah, I'm afraid of it, especially since I work out 3 times a week and run the rest of the time. But, here are my conclusions about starvation, based on the research I have done myself, and taken from the benefit of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, starvation mode is not a proven science... there is no absolute, direct correlation to the idea that eating 500 calories a day will make your body "completely shut down." Here is a commonly understood example based on the idea of starvation mode. If someone whose BMR is 2000 calories a day cuts 500 calories out of their diet, it will result in gradual 1-2 pound weight loss, but their metabolism will also slow down. The difference is, you aren't going to notice a 3-5% reduction in metabolism because its such a small number, only a difference of maybe 50-70 calories a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A comment made on a thread I was reading says it best:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Simply put, if, under normal circumstances, your body needs 2000 calories a day, and you consume 1500, you will lose weight, due to the deficit of 500 calories. If you consume 500 calories, initially you may lose weight at three times the rate (1500 calories' deficit), but if keep this up for a while, you will not lose weight at the same rate, because your metabolism will go down (you'll need less than 2000). This is what "starvation mode" means. It does not mean you will stop losing weight with such a low intake. It means you will not get as much benefit (weight loss) for the calories you cut out of your "normal" diet. It is the natural reaction of the body, to resist the change that is being forced upon it."    (Linden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this mean? It means that starvation mode is relative to the amount of calories being consumed. Instead of your body "burning more muscle" or "storing every last nutrient and calorie", it just means that your body begins to burn less calories a day in order to survive. Think about it this way: If your car was running out of gas, you wouldn't pour motor oil into the tank, you would slow your RPM and hope/pray for a gas station. Simply put, if your body is only getting 500 calories a day, then your bodies BMR is going to drop, probably by 500-700 calories easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this is simply based on what I have read, and what I think I know. This is a great, high fire discussion on the topic, with several scientific articles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://caloriecount.about.com/starvation-mode-myth-thread-see-evidence-ft46163&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree with the original poster, starvation mode seemes to be a phrase designed for fear-mongering. It seems the more reasonable or accurate definition would be " significant reduction in calories = significant reduction in BMR. I'm an English major specializing in Rhetoric, so from a semi-professional standpoint, I can say that starvation mode is definatly a rhetorical device, despite and regardless of its accuracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess to answer a lot of people questions.... do I eat too little? Probably. Do I need to eat more? I'd love to, eventually, I probably will." Am I going to feel terrible or stop losing weight because I eat too few calories or miss a meal every once in awhile? Maybe, but mathematics don't leave room for error. In this case, its mathematical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more importantly,  how do I feel eating such controlled portions? Well, I feel great. I have tons of energy, and I can already see/feel the difference in my chest and arms. The muscle is growing, already I've had to increase the weights on almost all my workouts. As far as I'm concerned, the way I do things works, and the signs of it working are evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K. Well instead of running tonight I went to the gym and played 2 hours of pick up basketball. I thought I was going to die, it was MUCH more challenging than my run.  I think if I can, I'll try to do that from now on, but if not I can always do my route outside. Aaand, I'm gonna try and stop counting calories, so I'll stop posting what I eat every day. Lets see how that goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-3964223148638807363?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/3964223148638807363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=3964223148638807363' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/3964223148638807363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/3964223148638807363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/02/lions-tigers-and-starvation-mode.html' title='Lions, Tigers and... Starvation Mode?'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-6990579613443182120</id><published>2009-02-24T00:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:23:42.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, crisis avoided</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the late post. I've had a pretty insane 48 hours. You know, I was waiting for this to happen, one of those days or weekends when everything is just completely overwhelming and keeping to my rules and workouts becomes an even greater challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (Sunday) I woke up around 12. I ran a bunch of errands and did some homework, and got home around 8pm. I had the first portion of a final project due in a class I, for lack of better explanation, need to do better in. Needless to say I wanted to do well. Problem was, I needed to do an interview with my roommate for the project. Well, my roommate didn't come home. And then he still didn't come home. And then, he didn't come home some more. Turns out he was out with friends all night, and didn't get back until 4am. I had to stay up and wait for him to come home, perform the interview, and then basically do the rest of the entire project. I was up until about seven, and then realized I didn't have all of the materials I needed to finish the project. So I had to go down to kroger, were I had to stand outside for half an hour waiting for them to open so I could get the things I needed. I ended up finishing the project around 8am, and I had class at 11. So, I didn't get to sleep, didn't get to eat breakfast or lunch, and as son as I came home, collapsed into a subconscious stupor. I woke up around 10:30, and still hadn't done my Monday workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid there for about 15 minutes, contemplating if I really wanted to get up and do my workout. And then, I don't know what it was, but I knew I just had to do it or I wouldn't have been able to live with myself. So, I did it, and honestly the hardest part of the entire thing was getting up, laying on the bench, and putting my arms on the bar. The rest was history, and afterwards I made myself a "very" late dinner. And now, here I am. Despite everything  I'm happy with what I was able to accomplish today. Day like today are the reason why I know my eventual success is rooted, and also why it is so important to keep honest with myself. I guess the point is, excuses are sometimes good, but every once in awhile, you just have to bite the bullet and do what you gotta do. I feel great now, and even though my Monday was crap otherwise, it has gotten me ready for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups Mixed Veggies, 1tbsp butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 150g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 28g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 6g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 2g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter (1 tbsp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 80g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 80g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 9g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tv dinner, Glazed Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 250g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 25g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 3g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0.5g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 46g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 8g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 10g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 480g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 105g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 12g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 2.5g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 74g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 18g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 12g&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-6990579613443182120?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/6990579613443182120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=6990579613443182120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6990579613443182120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6990579613443182120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-crisis-avoided.html' title='Well, crisis avoided'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-1017799581991002408</id><published>2009-02-22T17:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:36:07.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fear.</title><content type='html'>Well, truth be told I'm just bored out of my mind and I feel like posting. But I do have some things on my mind. Last night I was up till 3:00AM reading various weight loss blogs and workout tips, and I had this sudden wave of fear loom over me. The problem is, on a blog, you can read weeks and weeks of information over the course of minutes. If your reading a decent blog, you see all the ups and downs that occur for every individual, and it was the downs that really scare me. I know that as of yet I haven't slipped at all, but it's almost like I'm waiting for it to happen. One of these days, I just won't be able to lift, or I won't be able to run. Maybe I sneak a cheeseburger without thinking about it, and I'm afraid that I'm going to beat the crap out of myself because I don't do well with failure. It becomes so hard to see all my goals as long term ones, goals that are going to take years, not weeks or even months. I'm a victim of instant gratification and weight loss is just one of those areas where its not going to happen. And then, even as I read these success stories, I realize that everything is realitive, and I'm always going to be struggling, having problems that I'm trying to overcome. I'm afraid of reaching my goals and still not being satisfied with myself. So, I don't know. I do know that my goals are realistic, and that I'm well on my way to achieving them. I guess just accepting the fact that nothing is ever going to be perfect no matter how hard you try is the biggest thing I'm dealing with, as I am quite a perfectionist. On a good note, I'm quickly approaching a full two weeks of error free dieting-exercise, and even though it has seemed like a lifetime, it is a reminder that yes, I can do this. I'll post my daily eatin' later, for now I have some big ten basketball to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagel, Turkey and Mustard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 240g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 1.5&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 49g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 13g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey (6 slices)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 50g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 9g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 290&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 10&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 2.5&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates:  50g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 22g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups Mixed Veggies, 1tbsp butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 150g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 28g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 6g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 2g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter (1 tbsp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 80g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 80g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 9g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV dinner Roasted Sirloin Supreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 230g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 45g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 1.5g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 34g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 13g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 750g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 135g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 16.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 3.5g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 112g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 15g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 13g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 37g&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-1017799581991002408?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/1017799581991002408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=1017799581991002408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/1017799581991002408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/1017799581991002408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/02/fear.html' title='The Fear.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-5020453883792477906</id><published>2009-02-22T00:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:44:02.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Glorious Weekend</title><content type='html'>Saturday, Saturday, Saturday. And another one bites the dust. I went bowling tonight, and sucked it up bad. But I didn't eat any of the pizza that was all around me, so I suppose that is some kind of victory. It feels weird on the weekends, when I don't work out or run. But I'm excited for next weeks exercise, I might try a little more on the bench depending on how I'm feeling. Or maybe I will run further, who knows.  Thing is, I'm starting to see some changes in the mirror, so that is a great motivator. Overall, a pretty successful week so far, except the past few days I haven't been waking up early enough for an excuse to have breakfast, and I know that I should be. I think I'll just force myself to ge tup tomorrow, the Buckeyes play Illinois at 1pm, so I want to be sure I'm up for that. Pretty boring weekend though, hopefully tomorrow will be more interesting. In a good way, of course. Anyways, here's my daily eating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagel, Turkey and Mustard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 240g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 1.5&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 49g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 13g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey (6 slices)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 50g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 9g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 290g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 67g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 2.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates:  50g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 8g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 22g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups Mixed Veggies, 1tbsp butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 150g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 28g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 6g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 2g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter (1 tbsp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 80g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 80g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 9g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-V dinner Chicken Alfredo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 250g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 60&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 3.5g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 34g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 3g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 12g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 480g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 140g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 16g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 5.5g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 62g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 8g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 13g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 14g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 770g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 207g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 18.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 5.5g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 112g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 15g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 21g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 36g&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-5020453883792477906?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/5020453883792477906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=5020453883792477906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/5020453883792477906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/5020453883792477906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-glorious-weekend.html' title='Another Glorious Weekend'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-2350151162556327581</id><published>2009-02-20T21:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:59:38.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friiiiiday!</title><content type='html'>OSU hockey lost to MICHIGAN! God damn it. I even went to the game but my presence was not enough to overcome the filth from the North.  But yeah, I guess we have to let them win sometimes to keep the rivalry going, as long as its not football. Other than that, today was pretty boring, I slept waaay in so i didn't get to eat breakfast, and I had to eat a late lunch. And then I  had to eat a late dinner. It was SO hard at the hockey game, I even had free food vouchers and the concession stands smelled amazing, but I restrained. I'm pretty proud of that, and I got to lift today. Overall, a successful day. So, here's my food list thing... have a good night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagel, Turkey and Mustard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagel:&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 240g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 1.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 49g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 13g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey (6 slices)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 50g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 9g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 290g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 20g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 2.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 50g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 8g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 22g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV dinner Lazagna, 2 Cups mixed veggies, 1tbsp butter&lt;br /&gt;Lazagna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 280g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 45g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 44g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 3g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 6g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 12g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups Mixed Veggies, 1tbsp butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 150g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 28g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 6g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 2g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter (1 tbsp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 80g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 80g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 9g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 510g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 125g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 14g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated Fat: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 72g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 9g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 16g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 14g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 800g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 145g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 16.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 122g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 16g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 24g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 36g&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-2350151162556327581?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/2350151162556327581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=2350151162556327581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/2350151162556327581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/2350151162556327581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-friiiiiday.html' title='It&apos;s Friiiiiday!'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-3060144570411988760</id><published>2009-02-20T00:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:44:46.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, check them out.</title><content type='html'>I would highly recommend checking out some of the videos in my video bar. They are all from my mentor and personal inspiration, Scooby. He has some of the greatest fitness/weightloss tips I have ever come across, and his material is genuine. It has helped me considerably with my exercise/nutrition decision, and they are all working wonderfully for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-3060144570411988760?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/3060144570411988760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=3060144570411988760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/3060144570411988760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/3060144570411988760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/02/seriously-check-them-out.html' title='Seriously, check them out.'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-6907311010074264129</id><published>2009-02-19T23:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:06:43.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id=":61" class="ArwC7c ckChnd"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, its the end of thursday, and today I calculated my actual pounds lost based on my basal metabolic rate and then the amount of calories I consumed. A basal metabolic rate is the amount of calories your body needs in a day just to survive. In other words, I could basically lay in bed all day and burn off my BMR calories while doing so, and as long as I didn't eat anything, I would lose weight. This is however not the case, but it is a good standard to go by if you want to make sure you are actually losing weight despite the added calories that activities may tack on to your final burn rate for the day. My BMR is 2364 calories/day, which equals 16296 calories for the 7 day week. Now, BMR accounts for about 60-70% of calories burned in a day, and when you go on a diet, that number can drop up to 20%, which is why its so important to keep yourself feeling full whenever you cut back on eating. I'd say I was pretty sucessful in keeping myself satisfied all week, I can't remember a particular time when I was absoutely starving or anything, so I'm going to go with the number I got. Besides, I'm not factoring in either my running or my weight lifting, so this is just an approximation, and it makes me feel better.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Wednesday-Tuesday (7 days)   8046 calories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMR for 7 days: 16296 calories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deficit: -8250 calories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual pounds lost:  2.35 lbs&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;So you can see, a little over 2 actual pounds lost based on this. I'd say that more realistically, I burned enough calories with my exercise and activities to burn about 4-5 pounds... which means that probably half of my weight loss was water weight this first week. I should reasonably expect a 2-3 pound loss per week if I stick to the rules I have set for myself, which shouldn't be a problem. One week down, and I'm feeling so much better. I sleep more, wake up earlier, and my energy levels are off the charts. I rarly feel hungry or as if I'm limiting myself, so overall I think I have found a very solid plan for me.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Man, today i ran, and it couldn't have been but 20 degrees outside. On top of that, there was about a 15mph wind the entire time, easily the wost conditions I have ever run in. Oh well, at least I did it, but i wouldn't reccomend running in that kind of cold. Anyways, here are my daily totals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagel, Turkey and Mustard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 240g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 1.5&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 49g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 13g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey (6 slices)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 50g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 9g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 290g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 67g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 2.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates:  50g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 8g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 22g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV dinner Salisbury Steak, 2 Cups mixed veggies, 1tbsp butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories:  190g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat:  60g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 6g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 3g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 23g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 11g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups Mixed Veggies, 1tbsp butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 150g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 28g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 6g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 2g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter (1 tbsp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 80g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 80g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 9g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 420g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 140g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 15g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated Fat: 5g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 51g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 8g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 12g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 13g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 710g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 207g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 17.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 5g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 101g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 15g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 20g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 35g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-6907311010074264129?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/6907311010074264129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=6907311010074264129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6907311010074264129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6907311010074264129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/02/thursday-finale.html' title='Thursday Finale'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-5645692354655525643</id><published>2009-02-19T00:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:35:24.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day (With a grain of salt)</title><content type='html'>Wow, so this is my THIRD time trying to post. My computer keeps turning off on me. Anyways, OSU lost a heart-breaker to Northwestern today, it was horrible. Oh well, at least another day to hold myself accountable and record my successes. This morning I stepped on the scale and weighed in at 230 pounds, a whole TEN pounds lighter than I was only seven days ago. Now, I fully expect my weight-loss to subside after the first week, as most of what I lost was probably water weight. However, I expected things to slow down, and I am prepared both mentally and physically for the long haul, so no big deal. It was by no means an unsuccessful week, that's for sure. Tomorrow I will post my weekly calorie deficit and hopefully from that I can derive the actual poundage lost, and therefore what I should reasonably expect from week to week as long as I keep to my routine. Tonight was not the best, I had a few brewskies while watching the game, but I did skip dinner to make up for the calories. I have committed to running double my normal Tuesday/Thursday amount tomorrow to make up for the unreasonable amount of beer (accoring to my new rules) that I drank tonight, but hey, in college, I'm not going to split hairs on every occasion. I want a new lifestyle, but I want a new, HAPPIER lifestyle. I can afford to enjoy myself, especially after a stellar week, from time to time. So anyways, I'll record my daily progress here and get ready for a new, exciting week of living a healthier (overall better) lifestyle. Thanks for readin' peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup oatmeal, 1 tbsp honey, banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 150g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 25g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 2.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 27g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 6g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 60g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 17g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 16g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 121g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 31g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 17g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 1g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 331g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 29g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 2.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 75g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 8g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 34g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 7g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagel, Turkey and Mustard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 240g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 1.5&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 49g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 13g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey (6 slices)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 50g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 9g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 290g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 67g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 2.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates:  50g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 8g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 22g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 coors light (OMG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 714&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 79&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 1335g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 96g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 204g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 15g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 42g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 29g&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-5645692354655525643?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-7501293186638320842</id><published>2009-02-17T22:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:00:02.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>Well OK, it won't let me post my goals on the side, so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekly Goal: Lose at least 2lbs per week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monthly Goals: By February 28th: Under 235&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By March 31st: Under 227&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By April 30th: Under 219&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By May 31st: Under 211&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By June 30th: Under 203&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By July 31st: Under 195&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By August 31st: Under 187&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By September 30th: 180 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Training goal: Being able to run 2 miles 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href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/02/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-6921213721842890572</id><published>2009-02-17T22:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:45:16.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>300 is the second sweetest movie ever</title><content type='html'>Next to The Dark Knight, of course. Probably the most bad-ass war movie ever though. Anyways, another day down. Today was OK, I woke up around noon so I didn't get to eat breakfast, but that worked out since I went out to dinner tonight. I had Talapia and Mexican rice, wrapped in flour tortillas... which isn't exactly good... but it was probably the best thing I could have gotten at an authentic Mexican Restaurant. I'm going to weigh myself tomorrow morning... since I started last Wednesday that seems like a good idea. I started at 242 pounds, and my goal is 180, or less than 10% body fat. And Also, I'm going to list a few long term and short term goals up on the side of this blog, annd also my starting/current weight. So, roughly one week down, and a pretty good start. I got my run in as well, and tomorrow is a lifting day, so I'm going to finish posting and go lay down... full day of classes tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talapia, Mexican Rice, cheese tacos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talapia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 360g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 70g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 0g&lt;br /&gt;FIber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 70g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexican Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 266g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 73g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 8g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 44g&lt;br /&gt;FIber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 4g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 120g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 80g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 9g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 5g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 3g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 6g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Flour Tortillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 320g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 80g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 9g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 52g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 8g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 1066g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 323g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 36g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 14g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 97g&lt;br /&gt;FIber: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 88g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 serving Peanuts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 160g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 120g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 14g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 2.5g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 5g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 7g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagel, Turkey and Mustard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 240g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 1.5&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 49g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 13g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey (6 slices)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 50g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 9g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 290g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 67g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 2.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates:  50g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 8g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 22g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 1516g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 510g &lt;br /&gt;Fat: 52.5&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 16.5g &lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 152g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 11g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 11g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 117g&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-6921213721842890572?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/6921213721842890572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=6921213721842890572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6921213721842890572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6921213721842890572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/02/300-is-second-sweetest-movie-ever.html' title='300 is the second sweetest movie ever'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-2628380531220995807</id><published>2009-02-17T01:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:26:25.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Huge Update</title><content type='html'>Another victorious day. Except the stupid bluejackets and the stupid huskies lost. W/e, I ate well, went to all my classes and got to lift. I'm just going to post all the information I have into this post for the last 6 days and then I will give a dail update from here on out. Things are looking pretty good, I'm probably going to weigh myself either tomorrow or Wednesday, but I haven't completely decided yet. The good news is, I feel better every day. Gotta go grocery shopping tomorrow, the food, although cheap, runs out rather quickly. Anyways, here is the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups Mixed Veggies, 1 Banana, 2 servings of Peanuts, 1 cup Oatmeal, 20 oz serving Coke, NyQuil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups Mixed Veggies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 150g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 28g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 6g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 2g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 121g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Total Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrate: 31g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 17g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 1g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Serving of Peanuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 320g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 240g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 28g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 5g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 14g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 300g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 50g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 54g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 8g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 12g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 oz Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories 240     &lt;br /&gt;Calories from Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Total Carbohydrate 65g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 65g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyquil:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 93g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 19g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 13g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 1224g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 294g (38%)&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 33g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 5g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates:207g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 22g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 109g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 29g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana/Orange Oatmeal Shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 121g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Total Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrate: 31g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 17g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 1g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup Orange Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 100g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 24g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 20g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 1g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 150g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 25g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 2.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 27g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 6g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 371g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 29g (2%)&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 2.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 82g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 38g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 8g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Alfredo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfredo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 140g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 90g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 6g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 2g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 220g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 40g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 23g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 360g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 20g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 82g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 12g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 14g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 720g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 150g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 17g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 86g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 12g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 39g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 serving Peanuts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 160g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 120g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 14g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 2.5g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 5g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 7g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 1251g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 299g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 33.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 9.5g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 173g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 18g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 42g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 54g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Oatmeal, 1 tbsp Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 150g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 25g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 2.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 27g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 6g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 60g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 17g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 16g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 210g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 25g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 2.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 44g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 17g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 6g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagel, Turkey and Mustard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 240g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 1.5&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 49g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 13g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey (6 slices)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 50g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 9g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 290&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 10&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 2.5&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates:  50g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 22g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups Mixed Veggies, 1tbsp butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 150g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 28g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 6g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 2g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter (1 tbsp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 80g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 80g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 9g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-V dinner Chicken Alfredo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 250g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 60&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 3.5g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 34g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 3g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 12g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 480g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 140g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 16g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 5.5g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 62g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 8g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 13g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 14g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miller Lite (3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 288g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 9.6g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 3g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 1268g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 175g (14%)&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 21g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 5.5g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 165.6&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 19g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 31g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 45g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Oatmeal, 1 tbsp Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 150g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 25g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 2.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 27g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 6g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 60g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 17g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 16g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange Juice (8 oz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 100g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 24g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 20g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 1g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 310g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 25g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 2.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 68g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 37g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 7g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 Filet of Salmon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 367g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 198g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 22g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 39g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups Mixed Veggies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 150g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 28g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 6g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 2g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 517g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 198g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 22g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 28g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 6g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 41g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 827g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 223g (27%)&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 24.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 96g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 47g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 48g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garlic Herb Chicken, Steamed Potatoes, Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 470g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from Fat: 57g&lt;br /&gt;Total Fat: 6g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated Fat:  0g&lt;br /&gt;Total Carbohydrate 25g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber  7g&lt;br /&gt;Protein 33g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagel, Turkey and Mustard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 240g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 1.5&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 49g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 13g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey (6 slices)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 50g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 9g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 290g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 67g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 2.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates:  50g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 8g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 22g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bacardi 151 (1 shot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 69g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 829g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 77g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 8.5&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 75g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 14g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 8g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 55g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup oatmeal, 1 tbsp honey, banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 150g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 25g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 2.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 27g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 6g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 60g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 17g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 16g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 121g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 31g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 17g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 1g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 331g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 29g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 2.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 75g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 8g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 34g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 7g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagel, Turkey and Mustard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 240g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 1.5&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 49g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 13g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey (6 slices)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 50g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 1g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 9g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 290g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 67g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 2.5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates:  50g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 8g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 22g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV dinner Lazagna, 2 Cups mixed veggies, 1tbsp butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazagna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories:  280g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat:  45g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 5g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 2g &lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 44g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 3g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 6g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 12g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups Mixed Veggies, 1tbsp butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 150g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 28g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 6g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 10g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 2g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter (1 tbsp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 80g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 80g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 9g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated fat: 2g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 510g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 125g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 14g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated Fat: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 72g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 9g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 16g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 14g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 1131g&lt;br /&gt;Calories from fat: 221g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 19g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated Fat: 4g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrates: 197g&lt;br /&gt;Fiber: 24g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars: 56g&lt;br /&gt;Protein: 43g&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-2628380531220995807?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Well, needless to say I kind of failed my last attempt to get back into shape... couldn't tell you why despite my determination... but I do have some good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about 6 days ago I put together the weight bench my parents got me for Christmas. it must have been some kind of subconscious inspiration, but ever since I put it together, I have been using it. That then turned into a jogging regime and also, more importantly, a completely new way of eating (one I have never tried before).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an incorporation of everything I have tried and failed in the past. As of Wednesday of last week, I weighed 240 pounds, probably the highest I have ever been. I was not necessarily upset about it particularly as I have been having a great month, but I defiantly want to lose a large amount of weight. I think I found a good mix that works best for me, and I've been sticking to it for five days now with virtually no slips and almost no cravings. It is low calorie, low fat, low carb, cardio and weight training. It is also cheap, something I was suprised to discover. Anyways, I've been keeping a daily record of everything I've eaten over the past 5 days, and tomorrow (later today) I will post it all up for anyone to see, and hopefully I can keep this journal updated reguarly with a point of giving myself achievable goals over an extended period of time. Well, that's all I've got for now, I have to get to sleep so I can wake up early enough to get my lifting in before class. Have a good night everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-8409631030057758601?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/8409631030057758601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=8409631030057758601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8409631030057758601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8409631030057758601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-try-this-again.html' title='Let&apos;s try this again'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-6509314355384583057</id><published>2008-11-06T15:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:19:32.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>Eh, its only 3:30pm, but I'm just bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm officially sick, I went to the doctor and I have some kind of stomach virus, but it's not the flu. Whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So around 11:30am I had sushi, it was delicious while it lasted. We can call that lunch. So, here are the nutrition facts I found for the California rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 California Rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories: 255&lt;br /&gt;Carbs: 38g&lt;br /&gt;Fat: 7g&lt;br /&gt;Sat. fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will probably eat later on, the running may or may not happen depending on how I feel, so I will update again later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Update*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great deal of inspiration, despite my sickness. I'm in this one for the long haul, I can feel it. My resolve forced me to run my full two miles, even though I was tired and wasn't feeling well. Afterward, I had no fatigue, and I was not hungry. I stick to my rule, if I'm not hungry, I don't eat. I've eaten plenty for my lifetime, in complete excess of what is necessary.  But that isn't the only thing that drives me. I see the end of the road, and yeah I may feel like shit for a few months, yeah I might not be able to satisfy my desires, but the end more than justifies the means. Being malnourished might make my body go into ketosis, it might make me tired, it might take away a bit of my social life. I might be an irritable bastard, I might even question my own sanity for doing what I'm doing.  But for the past 15 years, I have lived an unhealthy life without reguard to my body, and this crash course is the only way I can convince myself that it is time to change.  In the past four days, no chest pain, no uncontrollable twitching in my legs. I can fall asleep at night, and I can already see a difference in the mirror. UNquestionably worth it, even if it tries to kill me. But if I don't my old habits will lead to heart disease, diabetes, or even worse. So for all the people who may think I'm a complete idiot, thank you for the opinion. But this isn't going to stop. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-6509314355384583057?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/6509314355384583057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=6509314355384583057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6509314355384583057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/6509314355384583057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-8257057895829624444</id><published>2008-11-06T02:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T03:25:37.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>Ug. So I'm totally sick today. Got the flu. This morning I had to go to the cardiologist, and as soon as I walked into the office I had to run to the bathroom, and its been like that ever since. I had to complete my appointment, so I grabbed a mountain dew from the vending machine because it calmed my stomach down, which was entirely worth it.  But obviously, that is not part of my diet or my overall plan, so definatly a one time thing. I still kept with it today, and I think I did pretty well. Since I was throwing up everywhere, I got REALLY hungry and decided I had to eat something. I was feeling much better this evening and I had a huge craving for steak n' shake, so I made it over there and ordered with restraint, and I got in a two mile run today. So, definatly a good day considering the circumstances, especially since my doctor checked me off: good news, I dont have heart disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two miles of running, roughly 350-400 calories. Not a bad day at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: Mountain Dew, because I felt like shit and nothing else would have stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calories: 290&lt;br /&gt;carbs: 77g (fuck.)&lt;br /&gt;fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;sat. fat: 0g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Double steakburger no cheese, cup of chili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calories: 739&lt;br /&gt;carbs: 43g&lt;br /&gt;fat: 41.5g&lt;br /&gt;sat. fat: 16g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calories: 1029&lt;br /&gt;carbs: 120g&lt;br /&gt;fat: 41.5g&lt;br /&gt;sat. fat: 16g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the running, somewhere in the network of 700 calories total consumed today. Not quite where I want to be, but I'm also sick and I think I'm making stride. Much better on the fat and saturated fat today, which I'm very happy about, but not so great on the carbs. So tomorrow I'll try to focus more on avoiding the carbs because I'm going to be sitting in class all day. Such a long day tomorrow, but we have next tuesday off which means I don't have to go to class until next tursday, a full 7 day weekend. Woohoo! so, thats it for tonight. See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, before I go. I had a revelation just now. Looking at what I've been eating these past few days, I started putting numbers into my head, and I came up with some extraordinary thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every 3500 calories burned, one pure pound of fat is lost. Yes, pure fat, nothing else... the water weight is just an additional loss that sometimes can be calculated in, but it dosen't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I thought of this number, but think about 36 days. 36 days of being on a shit diet that has you surviving on the bare minimum. Let's just for the sake of argument I'm able to keep myself at 1000 calories a day, for 36 days. Yeah, that is going to fucking suck, it will be horrible, but its only 36 days. What is 36 days, seriously? It's a blink of the eye, and it could change your life. I have a new goal. I'm going to go 36 days and do everything in my power to stay as close to 1000 calories a day. My body burns 2300 calories a day just to survive, that is my basal metabolic rate. In other words, if I were to just lay in bed the entire day and do nothing at all, I would burn 2300 calories. That is the bare minimum, and in all reality with my running and daily activities, I'm probably burning more like 3000 calories a day at this point. But for the sake of this argument, lets just say I ONLY burn the 2300 that my body needs daily. In 36 days, if I burn 2300 a day, that is a whopping 82,800 calories. In other words, 23.65 POUNDS. Holy shit, right? Now hold on, lets assume I eat 1000 calories every single day, which would mean that I consume a total of 36,000 calories in 36 days. 82,800 minus 36,000 is 46,800 calories burned in total over the course of 36 days on 1000 calories a day. That is STILL 13.3 POUNDS of body fat. In 36 days. Now lets factor in my running, and my daily activities. I've figured it out at a reasonable 3000 calories burned total, each day. in 36 days, burning a total of 3000 calories every day respectivly, that is 108,000 calories in total. Divide that number by 3500, the number of calories in a pound of fat, and I've burned off 72,000 calories in 36 days. Do the math yourself, that is 20.5 pounds of fat burned in 36 days. I'll tell you what, if I can lose anywhere even close to 20 pounds in 36 days on my current path, then I'm going to do it. Once I get past 36 days, I can literally double my calorie intake to 2000, and I will still continue to lose 2-3 pounds every single week, until I reach my goal. Once I reach my goal, I could consume as much a 2700-3000 calories a day and easily maintain my weight, and be well within the normal standards of eating. So yeah, for 36 days I have to kick ass and really stick to something no doctor or health professional would reccomend, but it will show me results fast, and my motivation to continue will be high. In as little as 60 days or so, I can be exactly where I want to be, and be eating like a ocmpletely normal person. That is a sacrifice I'm willing to make if it keeps me from ebing obese or developing weight related diseases for the rest of my life. What do you think? I think I will. I know I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-8257057895829624444?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/8257057895829624444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=8257057895829624444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8257057895829624444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/8257057895829624444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-573108386470231274.post-7004673930098678261</id><published>2008-11-05T02:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T02:37:34.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Ok, so today went pretty well. Go BARACK OBAMA, WOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a crazy day, and I managed to keep it together. Today i did a lot better with my eating, and got my exercising in as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: 3 egg ham/cheese omlette, two slices bacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: Wendy's Large chili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Watched the election, lost track of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workout: 1.5 miles, and I would have ran more later in the day, but I was exhausted. I had to watch the election results too. But at least I got in a mile and the half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to update the nutrition facts for my eating today sometime tomorrow, right now I'm so tired that it would take me twice as long. The point is, I made it through this insane day and kept it together the whole time. I feel a lot better about being able to continue my plan, and also improve. There isn't a whole lot to say, but for those of you wondering, I promise I will eat dinner one of these days. I'm not hungry, so I'm not starving myself, and I have been making sure to drink plenty of water. These kind of things take time to fall into rhythm with, and I've accepted that. I have a new rule. If I feel like running in the morning, I'm going to run in the morning as well as the evening, but I will not hold myself accountable at all times. I would have ran again tonight, but my legs are completely fried, so by tomorrow night I should be good to go. So I'm going to cut this one a little short, and I will get right back at it tomorrow. Goodnight everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Update*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the nutrition info...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast 3 egg ham/cheese omlette, 2 slices bacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calories: 640&lt;br /&gt;carbs: 0g&lt;br /&gt;fat: 41g&lt;br /&gt;sat. fat: 24g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy's chili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calories: 300&lt;br /&gt;carbs: 31g&lt;br /&gt;fat: 9g&lt;br /&gt;sat. fat: 3g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calories: 940&lt;br /&gt;carbs: 31g&lt;br /&gt;fat: 50g&lt;br /&gt;sat. fat: 27g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too happy with the saturated fats or the fats, but hey, gotta eat. I'll work on tweaking it, and overall a pretty good day. At least I stuck to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/573108386470231274-7004673930098678261?l=thecancerofamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/feeds/7004673930098678261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=573108386470231274&amp;postID=7004673930098678261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/7004673930098678261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/573108386470231274/posts/default/7004673930098678261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecancerofamind.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Action Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778509792702269200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuaTS7KpLwQ/SZy2I3tHQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eAmrUdrHRSM/S220/n12461948_40880711_8604.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
