<?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-1147692368840400112</id><updated>2011-10-07T03:33:56.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>b-rad is getting his act together</title><subtitle type='html'>Here we go,  its time for me to get real, and figure out why I am not happy with the body I have, and what I should and shouldn't be doing about it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-1516516369724037958</id><published>2011-01-09T15:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T15:39:28.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm back, at least in cyberspace.... I haven't gone anywhere really, I just stopped blogging....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been up too in the last year or so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch,  I've been teaching fitness classes (Pilate's, zumba etc) and dancing a bunch (I'm in my second season with a professional modern dance company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weight 30 pounds less then I did this time last year, and working on the final bit...&lt;br /&gt;I eat better foods, I exercise a ton, and I have never been happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started lifting free weights again (loving it,  forgot how good it feels to pump iron)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also currently on A 7 DAY DETOX&lt;br /&gt;I'm in day two,  but this will be a whole different blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year Everyone,  and stay tuned  great things to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-B-rad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-1516516369724037958?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/1516516369724037958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=1516516369724037958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/1516516369724037958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/1516516369724037958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s up!!!!!!'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-5989437491465830483</id><published>2009-04-08T20:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:31:54.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the "circle of life"  or how the man is keeping us down....</title><content type='html'>I am still processing everything I have been reading the last couple of weeks.   I am normally a quick read,  but this book has proven to be so thought provoking that I find myself only able to get through two chapters a night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not normally a big conspiracy theory kind of guy...  but our American  culture/political machine, or whatever you want to call it,  has our very society on a crash course with disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the name of more/cheep/forever shelf life/over processed food,  we are ruining our very bodies.... making more health problems, and putting a greater strain on our health care system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the epic  levels of obesity and other diseases are all directly related to our over eating.... even when we don't think we are over eating,  we are,  due to all the extra stuff they are putting into ALL of our foods   ( challenge, walk into your kitchen and try to put together a meal without ANY   High fructose Corn Syrup,  or any derivative of it.... good luck) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HFCS  has an ad campaign now to give it a positive spin.   If it needs this,  shouldn't that be telling us something is very wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at it this way,  if the Meat industry has found that feeding the cattle a diet of corn can fatten them up   three times faster then their normal grass diet,  shouldn't that tell us something?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn is the wonder food...  it packs an amazing caloric punch,  too much of one.    without us knowing or trying,  we are eating TONS of it, every year.   This is making us fatter and fatter...&lt;br /&gt;and adding to a host of medical problems....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human body is designed to crave sweet things  ( it is a survival trait,  so we put on weight to get  through the next  drought or disaster )   the more sweet we eat,  the more we crave.... this  insane  packed diet of HFCS's is feeding into this cycle...  trapping us into becoming fatter and more unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound a little crazy right now.... but read this book,  and you will understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to learn about food and nutrition.   I really didn't understand how much I didn't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-5989437491465830483?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/5989437491465830483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=5989437491465830483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/5989437491465830483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/5989437491465830483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/04/circle-of-life-or-how-man-is-keeping-us.html' title='the &quot;circle of life&quot;  or how the man is keeping us down....'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-1571063547678285625</id><published>2009-04-04T09:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:06:14.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So it takes a lot to shut me up...</title><content type='html'>Hello all!   I know myself well.  I am the ultimate Chatty Kathy.  Its a part of my charm ,and a flaw.   I am OK with this.  I know who I am.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point with all this is,  there is a reason  why I have not blogged in a while.  I am speechless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone go out and read this book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Omnivore's Dilemma, a natural history of four meals&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;Michael Pollan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more that half way through this book, and it has changed the way I look at the world, what I eat, and the ramifications of our nations  behavior.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this book has left me speechless.   READ THIS BOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS  Don't worry Nick,  I am still on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of work being a total madhouse, I am still eating better  (although  my eating habits are going to improve even more!)   and doing my workouts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-1571063547678285625?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/1571063547678285625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=1571063547678285625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/1571063547678285625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/1571063547678285625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-it-takes-lot-to-shut-me-up.html' title='So it takes a lot to shut me up...'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-4139189585837794790</id><published>2009-03-25T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:57:06.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I have been up too...</title><content type='html'>Its been a while,  but things are good.   I am still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt;, eating right, and feeling good.  I have been spending a lot of time and energy reading different theories on nutrition and the human body.   Some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; findings,  I will up date my blog tonight with my reading list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow and steady I am reshaping my body.   I am going to start making some adjustments to my food intake and see what happens from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-4139189585837794790?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/4139189585837794790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=4139189585837794790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/4139189585837794790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/4139189585837794790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-have-been-up-too.html' title='What I have been up too...'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-942814967742846066</id><published>2009-03-16T19:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:32:44.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING BREAK!</title><content type='html'>I have the week off!  (kind of,  I have to work tomorrow,  but the rest of the week is mine!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are going well.  I feel good,  I'm liking the way I am looking, and I like the direction things are going.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-942814967742846066?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/942814967742846066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=942814967742846066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/942814967742846066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/942814967742846066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='SPRING BREAK!'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-1353496665300086389</id><published>2009-03-08T10:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:18:01.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy</title><content type='html'>I don't have much to report today.  I am now almost half way through the semester, crunch time, when everything happens at once.   Because I have retrained my mind and my body, I am not falling into my old habits.  I still get up in the morning,  exercise,  eat a healthy breakfast, and plan for my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am eating normal meals throughout the day, instead of skipping meals and then shoveling too much food in late at night, post show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good.&lt;br /&gt;I am handling the stress level better...&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention,  my blood pressure and resting heart rate have gone down,  I am being better to my ticker!  GOOD TIMES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-1353496665300086389?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/1353496665300086389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=1353496665300086389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/1353496665300086389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/1353496665300086389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/03/howdy.html' title='Howdy'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-1306710683804410606</id><published>2009-03-04T21:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:53:03.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving the body I am in...</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have finished the first chapter in working toward a new me.   I have made some quality improvements in my health and lifestyle habits.   I am teaching myself how to look at myself.  I know that sounds cheesy,  but really its true,  we are our own worst enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning,  when we focus on all the negative and the things we hate,  it only sends us down a bad path,  "oh well,  I am fat anyway, I will eat this, or fuck getting on the treadmill, it won't help"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embracing what is good about me and my body, is making it easier to work on the things that need work.   Each day I feel better inside and out.  It is magic.  Its magic that I am creating myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This working on me,  if making me get back to doing the things I want to do in my life.  I went to an audition this week  (My first real audition in OVER TWO YEARS)  I held my own,  I had fun, and I survived the dance call.  I am getting ready for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each new day brings me closer to where I want to be, and who I want to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-1306710683804410606?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/1306710683804410606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=1306710683804410606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/1306710683804410606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/1306710683804410606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/03/loving-body-i-am-in.html' title='Loving the body I am in...'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-7681212377063627616</id><published>2009-03-01T12:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:14:07.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Body is shifting.</title><content type='html'>Starting Nov.  30th   226lbs    Today  March 1st   210lbs&lt;br /&gt;Chest messurement   46"    today   44"&lt;br /&gt;Waist                             45"    today   40"&lt;br /&gt;Hips                               42"    Today 42"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quads                            22"   today  23"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my size 36  pants and shorts are in a bag for good will,   I can pull them on and off totally buttoned up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am comfortably fitting into  all my 34"   (and I can fit into  my "Loose fit"  32"  jeans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost 7" of  "fat" zone  size and built up another inch to my quads (leg muscles)  and a good thing,  I had such skinny embarrassing legs  (I am being sarcastic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do  a minimum of one hour of cardio  six days a week  and burn about 1,000 calories in each session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to see my abdominal muscles peaking out from the tub of lard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-7681212377063627616?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/7681212377063627616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=7681212377063627616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/7681212377063627616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/7681212377063627616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/03/body-is-shifting.html' title='Body is shifting.'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-4623590025219583227</id><published>2009-02-27T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:34:01.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>end of another week...</title><content type='html'>So this is the end of my second week of serious running.   Today I ran  three consecutive 11.5 minute miles!   With the incline on 4.    I feel great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to take all new measurements,  I can tell I have lost inches... I can't wait to see how many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-4623590025219583227?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/4623590025219583227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=4623590025219583227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/4623590025219583227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/4623590025219583227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/02/end-of-another-week.html' title='end of another week...'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-6561073587871129091</id><published>2009-02-25T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:52:53.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#$%#$</title><content type='html'>Why am I not a super model yet?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damm it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all I got,   just a case of the ho-hums.   &lt;br /&gt;sad face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-6561073587871129091?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/6561073587871129091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=6561073587871129091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/6561073587871129091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/6561073587871129091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='#$%#$'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-918315839387763429</id><published>2009-02-21T08:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T08:33:08.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its working.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday one of my staff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;members&lt;/span&gt; noticed that I have gotten skinnier!!!&lt;br /&gt;She even said that I look different, my whole body is streamlining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone sees you every day, and the notice,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; some good times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-918315839387763429?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/918315839387763429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=918315839387763429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/918315839387763429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/918315839387763429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-working.html' title='its working.'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-298488014816202286</id><published>2009-02-18T13:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:26:43.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every day, lots of miles!</title><content type='html'>I did another four miles this morning,  I feel amazing,  my lower back isn't hurting anymore... I am also stretching 25 minutes a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on doing some more cardio tonight, when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough, I am also sleeping better at night.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connection?  I think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-298488014816202286?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/298488014816202286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=298488014816202286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/298488014816202286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/298488014816202286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/02/every-day-lots-of-miles.html' title='Every day, lots of miles!'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-1205827381231676539</id><published>2009-02-16T15:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:08:11.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>four miles!</title><content type='html'>I ran four miles today in one session....  I am not breaking any land speed records  (but for me a 12.5 minute mile is trucking!)  I feel great,  I burned over 800 calories in one workout session.  This afternoon I'm gonna do some Pilate's and then another smaller cardio session.  my goal for this week is to average 1000 calories a day in cardio burn  to see if that ramps up the weight loss some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-1205827381231676539?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/1205827381231676539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=1205827381231676539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/1205827381231676539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/1205827381231676539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/02/four-miles.html' title='four miles!'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-2592982983478015265</id><published>2009-02-14T15:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:58:37.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress now  equals exersize....</title><content type='html'>It used to equal,  lots of carbs,  and deep fried food, and cakes, cookies, milkshakes... and potato chips, and french fries....  and bread... lots and lots of fresh bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it equals treadmill...  I used to call it the dreadmill... now its my time,  to unwind the gears in my mind.   (If we could put a generator to my mind the whole planet would have enough electricity for a century)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is crazy,   my job out look is lousy as Arizona is in a race with California to see who can become a third world country first.... but it will all work out and I will deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna go work out now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-2592982983478015265?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/2592982983478015265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=2592982983478015265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/2592982983478015265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/2592982983478015265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/02/stress-now-equals-exersize.html' title='Stress now  equals exersize....'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-7898634304278751808</id><published>2009-02-10T20:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:17:43.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you work toward your goals, things come to you...</title><content type='html'>One of the non health reasons to get my fat ass in shape,  was to be able to start performing again and not be so self conscious....&lt;br /&gt;Well without trying things have come to me!  I am cast in a play that goes up the end of April,  and in May I will be dancing in the Spring concert at the college!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also at just about at goal for this month!!!!   Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last cardio workout I burned 750  calories!   I am feeling great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-7898634304278751808?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/7898634304278751808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=7898634304278751808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/7898634304278751808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/7898634304278751808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-you-work-toward-your-goals-things.html' title='When you work toward your goals, things come to you...'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-263483706294018420</id><published>2009-02-08T16:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:04:19.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trucking along!!!</title><content type='html'>Its not half way through the month and I am half way to my goal weight for the month!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-263483706294018420?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/263483706294018420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=263483706294018420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/263483706294018420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/263483706294018420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/02/trucking-along.html' title='Trucking along!!!'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-3446904004969494474</id><published>2009-01-29T09:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:55:31.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good times!</title><content type='html'>Smell it bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;214.4 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now jog 3 miles at a time.   I am dealing with stress better at work  (as in I don't punch anyone,  I don't eat a candy bar, and I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;go to&lt;/span&gt; Jack in the Box)  I am taking walking lunch breaks everyday now.  I am now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; between my fat pants and my almost skinny pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good  Times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-3446904004969494474?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/3446904004969494474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=3446904004969494474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/3446904004969494474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/3446904004969494474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-times.html' title='good times!'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-8762465065764523069</id><published>2009-01-27T20:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:40:40.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go....</title><content type='html'>I have not been blogging as much as I would like.  Work has been extra crazy.  I am starting to really think about other options.   Show biz is not fun anymore.  Plus its not like I am helping other people achieve greatness... I am teching shows at a two bit community college in a desolate uncultured red state.   Ouch... tell us how you really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news this is all inspiring me to log a lot more time with the jogging.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other wise doing well, I am right on target, and thats all one can ask for yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-8762465065764523069?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/8762465065764523069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=8762465065764523069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/8762465065764523069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/8762465065764523069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go....'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-5797215183054741865</id><published>2009-01-21T22:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:05:39.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a bad day.</title><content type='html'>Tech week,  first week of the school's semester and it is also tech week,  this should never happen again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I mention my assistant TD is out for the week, and my rock star stage manager has another gig?  OH yes,  this is the third ring of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past I would reach for lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; in instances like today.   My new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;habit&lt;/span&gt; has been to take a little walk.   I didn't eat lots of junk food today.  I did however take two 15 minute walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is final dress....and then shows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this will be a rough semester....&lt;br /&gt;good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-5797215183054741865?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/5797215183054741865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=5797215183054741865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/5797215183054741865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/5797215183054741865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-had-bad-day.html' title='I had a bad day.'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-3847678292436846268</id><published>2009-01-19T20:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:04:40.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quiet thing...</title><content type='html'>I have not been writing much lately... Things I am noticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast food is gross, and doesn't taste good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK that was not a big revelation...  In eating better we have been avoiding fast food.  Tonight we were running  around (price checking Home Depot vs.  Loews )  and decided to grab a bite at Boston Market.  We used to love Boston Market.   Not so much.   It was heavy and drenched in sodium.  The meal was totally gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restaurants food portions really are double to triple what we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last month I have not finished a single meal in a restaurant,  unless it was a "small" or "right sized" portion.  I get lots of protest from my servers... because they somehow know  what I need or want... how could I possibly be full on a "child sized" portion.  Otherwise I take half of it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not dropping drastic weight.  It is slow and steady.  I feel good.  I like the way I am looking.  I am enjoying working out.  I am stronger, and healthier.  I have more endurance with cardiovascular workouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exciting to report, other than I am changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-3847678292436846268?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/3847678292436846268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=3847678292436846268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/3847678292436846268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/3847678292436846268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/01/quiet-thing.html' title='A quiet thing...'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-7823415595426676690</id><published>2009-01-13T18:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:18:59.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sore....</title><content type='html'>We are still doing resistance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt; four days a week,  but we are adding some more intensity to the workout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hitting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; sessions harder,  and making them longer,  I am averaging about 500 calories of burn per session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good,  but boy and I out of shape, and sore!  Slowly getting there.&lt;br /&gt;slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-7823415595426676690?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/7823415595426676690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=7823415595426676690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/7823415595426676690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/7823415595426676690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/01/sore.html' title='sore....'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-7894473938413748073</id><published>2009-01-10T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:02:43.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramping it up!</title><content type='html'>I jogged two miles nonstop today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 28 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-7894473938413748073?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/7894473938413748073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=7894473938413748073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/7894473938413748073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/7894473938413748073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/01/ramping-it-up.html' title='Ramping it up!'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-9201354675531167739</id><published>2009-01-08T17:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:21:59.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal for the end of the month....</title><content type='html'>We all have landmark weights... or happy zones...    these are places where the body says....  "hey, I like this weight, this is what I should weight, regardless of what you think..."&lt;br /&gt;For me its 215.... once I blast past this point, I can make magic happen... the trick is getting my body to agree with my mind... once I do that, its all good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stay on target with my month to month goal of 4 pounds a month I will be sitting at 215....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be well past this mark so I know I am on my way to the promised land.... &lt;br /&gt;plus I am thinking about all the really cute swim suits I got on sale last year, and the fact that we have a pool... and that means pool parties.... and In Arizona bathing suit season starts earlier and goes well past Ohio's...&lt;br /&gt;so there is work to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jogged a full mile yesterday without stopping... another landmark, my cardio endurance is increasing again, it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do 25 push ups with out stopping...  not to bad...&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-9201354675531167739?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/9201354675531167739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=9201354675531167739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/9201354675531167739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/9201354675531167739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/01/goal-for-end-of-month.html' title='Goal for the end of the month....'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-1186590414076371724</id><published>2009-01-07T09:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:31:54.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What gives?</title><content type='html'>Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;fun fact,  I like to exercise.  I truly enjoy breaking a sweat and pushing my body to its limits.  No really, its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an over active mind  (Hey, I know who I am...  and when I exercise I feel like my mind slows down and my body catches up.  I am sure they make a pill for this, but I believe pills should be saved for recreational purposes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact before we moved out to AZ I thought I was going to get back in shape and study to become a personal trainer.  (I love teaching and I am good at it, so I thought what a perfect combo....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got scared.  I didn't know where to start,  I was depressed,  the move was sudden and I didn't know anyone.  I missed my family and friends.  I missed not having a job (typical male I have my self worth tied directly into my paycheck). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the most obvious and worst thing I could do,   eat a lot and gain 20 more pounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I decided I was too fat to be a personal trainer  (I thought wow I am a walking SNL sketch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have all the study at home items collecting dust...  it's never too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next question,  if I love exercise so much,  what gives?  Why don't I do it all the time and get healthy and happy with my body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever notice the farther out of shape you get, the less inspired you are to work out?  Is it because you are sad at what little your capable of?  Is it regret for letting you slip away?  It becomes a slippery slope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I met Chris I did not have cable TV.  It was not a priority.  It was not in the budget.  I did not care,  I felt that I was living life instead of watching other people live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finished remodeling the house (about eight months before the big move) we rewarded ourselves with cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a totally lame excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a Moth to the flame....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such an easy escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I at least can see it now for what it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I could turn the TV on and get on the treadmill... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the TV brainwash you and turn you into a lazy pile of crap?  what is its intoxicating power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill your TV and go out and live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-1186590414076371724?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/1186590414076371724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=1186590414076371724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/1186590414076371724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/1186590414076371724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-gives.html' title='What gives?'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-4524364888591745846</id><published>2009-01-05T15:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:16:37.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That time of year...</title><content type='html'>That time of year is now officially over.  I am back at work, back in my own home, and grateful to have survived the holiday mayhem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I saw enough food in one month that would've fed me for the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And (this includes myself)  must one always bring something unhealthy over to a friends/family member's house when we pay a visit?   To be nice?   Here you go, something unhealthy that you will regret eating/drinking later... Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just as guilty as the next person... so how do we stop?  If I want to be polite and bring a small something when I come over for a visit, what should it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please post your suggestions....  Something that is not food or booze that would be a nice small token.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-4524364888591745846?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/4524364888591745846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=4524364888591745846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/4524364888591745846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/4524364888591745846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-time-of-year.html' title='That time of year...'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-4709416552427697451</id><published>2008-12-28T12:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:15:26.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back up and running...</title><content type='html'>Hello all!&lt;br /&gt;I realize the posts have been far and few between lately...  no its not just the mayhem of the holidays...  it was the death of my laptop....   She had a great and long life (she was almost eight years old!!!!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am back up and running with my new laptop!!!!!  (thank you Santa!  sometimes the combo birthday/Christmas gift isn't a screw over!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to report other than, this is the first holiday food fest I have gone through without gaining a SINGLE pound. &lt;br /&gt;This in it self is a big victory.   I so excited to hit the ground running in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;(and with the new laptop it will be OH so much easier to post pics and whatnot!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-4709416552427697451?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/4709416552427697451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=4709416552427697451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/4709416552427697451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/4709416552427697451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-up-and-running.html' title='Back up and running...'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-7729048597898035267</id><published>2008-12-19T12:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:16:55.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind body conection...</title><content type='html'>This whole new approach to working on my health has really forced me to think about who I am and what I want out of life.   It is interesting,  I think back to my various sizes and not only my happiness was a factor,  but WHAT I was doing in my life at that time was a factor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body is way more in touch with your mind and spirit then we will ever give it credit.  Working on one, will change the other... not working on one, will effect the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  being aware of my body is forcing me to be aware of my mind and spirit.  I am looking at the things in my life that are great,  and the things that need work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work.   That says it all.   Are we what we do?   Sometimes as an artist you are what you do, what you create.  I have lost touch with my body, because I have lost touch with my artistic self.  I am not feeding my soul,  so I am over feeding my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may all sound silly,  but it feels real, so I don't care.  Part of all of this is getting back to who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, you are the only one that is looking back at you in the mirror.  Do you like that person?   Do you like what they stand for, and where they put their daily energies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small changes can be enough to trigger great change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all me.   I am blessed with an amazingly supportive partner who will literally let me do whatever I want.   The only thing stopping me, is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is really stopping me then?  Why do I sabotage myself?   What am I  afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment there are more questions then answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is OK,  at least I am asking myself these questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have reasons to not achieve what I want.... I am safe in knowing I will fail.  It is scary to think that maybe I could achieve everything I want....  that's not supposed to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow that's a crappy attitude.  This is my default programming.  The glass is half-full  (and filled with toxins) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the attitude I need to reprogram.  If I remove my own roadblocks, I am more likely to get to where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it all that easy?  Is that it?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-7729048597898035267?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/7729048597898035267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=7729048597898035267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/7729048597898035267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/7729048597898035267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2008/12/mind-body-conection.html' title='Mind body conection...'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-2662908461488523154</id><published>2008-12-17T11:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:18:19.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day after</title><content type='html'>It was my birthday yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to get very reflective on my birthday...  I don't tend to do new years resolutions,  I tend to celebrate my new year instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new year I am putting me first,   it is a little selfish,  but hey,  no one else will put me first but me, so someone has to right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt; a little less then I used to,  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt; a little bit more than I used to, and I am feeling a lot better about my self and my body then I used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-2662908461488523154?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/2662908461488523154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=2662908461488523154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/2662908461488523154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/2662908461488523154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-after.html' title='the day after'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-4136485131344679296</id><published>2008-12-15T21:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:30:22.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/SUc70sElslI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EmdbvOYKx6A/s1600-h/craig%27s+big+shoot+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280254864484840018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/SUc70sElslI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EmdbvOYKx6A/s320/craig%27s+big+shoot+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have this friend, actually one of my best friends in the world. We lived together for well over a year. He is truly one of the most beautiful people I have ever met... not just on the outside but inside too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His body looks like something an artist would chisel out of marble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of him, because I know how hard he works to look the way he does. He exercises all the time, he eats VERY balanced and healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its interesting because I see how other people treat him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are plenty of people who objectify him, (he looks like a A &amp;amp; F model for fucks sake)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear people say bitchy snide things like "oh it must be nice to look like that, I hate him", "he has it so easy being so good looking" and always " I want his body" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me sad, people get really mean and nasty and they don't even know him, they judge him without having any reason to back it up. There really are so many people that think it is all so effortless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It couldn't possibly be because he WORKS HIS ASS OFF, makes really good choices in what he eats, lives a healthy life, AND makes sacrifices!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Craig is not blessed with some mutant genetics, he comes from solid eastern European peasant stock (I can say this because so do I we both joke that our butts can be called "Bo hunk-a-dunks")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Craig has undergone very extensive and painful rehabilitative surgery on his shoulder, TWICE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Months of rehab. He has had to work a lot and has had many set backs, just like all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the reality check:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone can have a great body, it just requires a lot of hard work, eating right, and not wishing for some quick fix. It doesn't exists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We as a society eat WAY too much food, and not of the correct things. And we don't burn enough of it off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is why we are FAT FAT FAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no other reason. Stop hating on my friend Craig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I not only got to spend a great weekend with my dear friend Craig; I had the chance to photograph him for some updated pics for his model book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun, and so insightful. Craig was nervous, stiff, and awkward: seeing how we are BFFs this didn't make any sense...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then it did, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he didn't know how beautiful his body was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as I coached him and placed him in different poises, he got a little better . When I started showing him the pictures, I could see him finally see himself... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Craig is like so many of us, he still only sees himself as the awkward "husky" guy of his past... he works so hard, and doesn't enjoy it. Craig saw (for what looked like the first time) what we all see, this beautiful chiseled God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope Craig will continue to see himself as I see him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1147692368840400112-4136485131344679296?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/4136485131344679296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=4136485131344679296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/4136485131344679296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/4136485131344679296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2008/12/craig.html' title='Craig'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/SUc70sElslI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EmdbvOYKx6A/s72-c/craig%27s+big+shoot+215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-1899010040151980793</id><published>2008-12-15T21:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:36:17.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes nothing at all is a victory....</title><content type='html'>Here I am with no news to report.   That's right, no news.   Nothing lost OR gained.   I am really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good.  My body is adjusting to all the changes I have been making.  My mind is adjusting to all the changes I have been making.  Sometimes you just stay without major change.  This is OK.  This is also why we are only trying to lose 4 pounds a month.  Slow and steady wins the race.  It has taken a lifetime of yo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yo-ing&lt;/span&gt; to bring me to the point that I am at today.   The goal is to stop the yo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yo-ing&lt;/span&gt;, and start living a normal sensible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;balanced&lt;/span&gt; life.  One that is in better shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing much better at the choices I make eating out.&lt;br /&gt;I am doing more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am walking more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progress is being made.&lt;br /&gt;I feel better (my body feels better)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-1899010040151980793?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/1899010040151980793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=1899010040151980793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/1899010040151980793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/1899010040151980793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-nothing-at-all-is-victory.html' title='Sometimes nothing at all is a victory....'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-3048538837979883674</id><published>2008-12-13T09:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:06:29.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>steady eddy....</title><content type='html'>So I have not lost any more weight, but I didn't gain any weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a TERRIBLE week.  Work was long, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stressful&lt;/span&gt;, and crazy hours.   Then to make matters worse I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;go to&lt;/span&gt; the end of the semester department meeting to find out that I might be on the chopping block due to budget cuts.  (hey thanks for all your hard work, merry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, we will let you use the copy machine for sending out resumes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dealt&lt;/span&gt; with it all,  I didn't go totally overboard with my eating to cope with this stress and bad news.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not have eaten perfect this week,  but I ate better.  &lt;br /&gt;So the rest I will deal with in good time,  I am gonna run on the treadmill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-3048538837979883674?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/3048538837979883674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=3048538837979883674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/3048538837979883674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/3048538837979883674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2008/12/steady-eddy.html' title='steady eddy....'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-4539494286633502794</id><published>2008-12-11T16:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:38:48.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glamour of Show biz....</title><content type='html'>I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my fourth day in a row of over 12 hour work day.&lt;br /&gt;It is concert week.&lt;br /&gt;It is hell.&lt;br /&gt;It. is over tonight at 10:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also the first concert week that I did not gain any weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very proud of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could only find a job that didn't have such shitty hours.... and what, give up the glamour of show biz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-4539494286633502794?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/4539494286633502794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=4539494286633502794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/4539494286633502794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/4539494286633502794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2008/12/glamour-of-show-biz.html' title='Glamour of Show biz....'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-6602860602520829422</id><published>2008-12-09T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:39:44.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie dough...</title><content type='html'>I have frozen cookie dough in my work freezer... it was being sold as a fund raiser about a month ago...and it just came in yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to take it home... but worse, I really want to eat some now.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired, and bored, and a little depressed about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;economy&lt;/span&gt; and the budget at school, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;possibilities&lt;/span&gt; that this crappy community college is going to cut the arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I however will not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;succumb&lt;/span&gt; to the siren call of raw frozen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; chip cookie dough...&lt;br /&gt;I think instead I will go for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;I have four hours to kill before tonight's event...&lt;br /&gt;Ah music concert week... my last thing of the semester, and then I get to have a life for two months.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yippee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS,&lt;br /&gt;Went for a 2 mile walk. it Felt great to get out of the theater, and see this thing called sun light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-6602860602520829422?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/6602860602520829422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=6602860602520829422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/6602860602520829422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/6602860602520829422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2008/12/cookie-dough.html' title='Cookie dough...'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-747757224729814568</id><published>2008-12-08T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:44:04.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Results not typical</title><content type='html'>I was in an Infomercial.  Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;I will not reveal for what, but it was a fitness product.  A home workout machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one of 30 or so "real people"  selected to be a part of the "results not typical"  shinny happy people you see on those ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do they mean by  "results not typical"&lt;br /&gt;-Two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Olympic&lt;/span&gt; class personal trainers working out with you 2 hours a day, five days a week, for eight weeks&lt;br /&gt;-A "nutrition" program that consists of a very unrealistic 1400 calories a day&lt;br /&gt;-An &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inhumane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our "Audition" tape &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;consisted&lt;/span&gt; of us standing in our underwear talking about how we hated our bodies while being filmed.  (no I don't think there is anything worse in the world someone could do to you than that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were selected we were told that only the top ten biggest losers would be a part of the actual project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every week we weighed in,  had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;measurements&lt;/span&gt; taken, and calipers were used on us to determine our body fat percentage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We "lifted weights" on the machine for 45 minutes four mornings a week and did an hour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; workout.  On our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; "rest" day we did an extra one- two hours of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cradio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones that really wanted it, and worked hard saw the AMAZING results, and quick.  Too quick.&lt;br /&gt;Half way through the experience it felt like you were also losing your mind a bit...&lt;br /&gt;Every two weeks we had progress report  filming days.... they took pictures of us in skimpy workout cloths, and we talked about how great we felt...  when you were not in the star seat being filmed you were in the background, working out....  for like FIVE hours.  we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;allowed&lt;/span&gt; water, and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each week passed there were less and less of us.  It was like a bad reality TV show.  some cracked under the pressure and quit,  others  were asked to leave (I think, I can't prove that, but it was mysterious how some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around the room as things progressed it be came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;obvious&lt;/span&gt; that we all fell into a different very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;calculated&lt;/span&gt; type.  The house wife, the working mom,  the young dad, the middle aged guy, various &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ethnic&lt;/span&gt; types... etc.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the final week there were about 14 of us left....  I think ten were picked for the final day of filming.  It was pretty amazing to see how we had all transformed.&lt;br /&gt;They had big cardboard cut life sized  out pictures of our "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;".  To be extra dramatic, we didn't get to see them until we went into the "filming" room, so they could catch our reactions to seeing the old fat versions of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed skinny for about four extra months, and then it all crept back on, plus 10 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The system worked, but only under the little bubble world of TV.  once we lost the personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;trainers&lt;/span&gt; and the fancy gym... and well life got in the way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Infomercial boot camp didn't change us on the inside, only the outside.   I wasn't ready to do this on my own, and it all happened so fast I didn't make the changes I needed to make to have it last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end,  they only picked four of us for the final cut.   I was told I was number 6.... they might use me in future edits...&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; if that doesn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I don't regret doing the infomercial,  I am glad that I am finally learning the life lessons I need to make the lasting change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this infomercial in the summer of 2005, right before I met Chris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-747757224729814568?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/747757224729814568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=747757224729814568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/747757224729814568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/747757224729814568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2008/12/results-not-typical.html' title='Results not typical'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-8807064140744981300</id><published>2008-12-08T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:01:52.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out to eat....</title><content type='html'>So we went to the TEXAS ROADHOUSE for dinner with our dear friends Kevin and Nate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the menu  ( RED MEAT is the reason I know there is a God!)  I see I have four options for my cut of meat.   6 oz,  8 oz, 11 oz,  or 13 oz....    I was ready to order the 8oz and was embarrassed to do so....  So I ordered 11 oz....(some how I am less of a man if I don't eat a slab of meat that is the size of my head...)  and for my two sides  a salad and mixed steamed veggies.   I took shit for "eating healthy"  because I didn't order a baked potato.  I mean come on.  What is so sexy and exotic about a baked potato?   (don't get me wrong potatos are also the reason I know there is a God)  but really.  You can have a potato  24/7,  in many shapes and sizes... what's the big deal?  How often do you have a potato and it happens to be earth shatteringly different then any other time?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WAIT!  Nate is a DOCTOR, so I know he was just being playful, and not seriously judging me for eating a bit more sensible,  yet I still let it bother me?!   I need to get a grip.  This of course is the same person that doesn't weight more than a buck fourty soaking wet, and the same person that ate an entire slab of ribs....  not that I hate him or anything  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no potato,  more veggies, and a big slab of meat!  I did cave in and have some roles... I mean I can't go all ADKINS,  that was so  six years ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is  I only ate about 7 oz of my steak!  I took the rest home.   I didn't need the potato or the BIGGEST slab of meat to fill myself up or be satisfied.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my shout out to all my Midwestern Peeps....  HOW HARD IS IT TO NOT BE A MEMBER OF THE CLEAN PLATE CLUB?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially revoking my membership for the rest of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-8807064140744981300?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/8807064140744981300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=8807064140744981300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/8807064140744981300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/8807064140744981300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2008/12/out-to-eat.html' title='Out to eat....'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-1214610272449532836</id><published>2008-12-07T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:52:36.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week one is over, and the results are......</title><content type='html'>219.6 lbs!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chest 44"&lt;br /&gt;Waist 43.5"&lt;br /&gt;Hips 42"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carved a little layer off my body. Granted some of this was thanksgiving day wasteland.... but still this is an AMAZING first week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan is to lose 4lbs a month.... not a week. The thing is I am not going crazy with my food intake.... I am not starving myself, I am not depriving myself of food cravings.&lt;br /&gt;I am eating better sized portions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel great. If I just hold at where I am at for the next week or two, I am still ahead of my goal weight. I will continue to eat reasonably and exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing 40 minutes of resistance training 4 times a week low weights, high repetitions.&lt;br /&gt;We are doing 30 minutes of cardio 4 times a week, mostly walking, some light jogging.&lt;br /&gt;This week I am adding some Pilates mat work to work on my core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow and steady wins the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other important factor to remember, Nick and I have a side bet/deal going for motivation... and part of it is to lose 4lbs a month, and even if we lose more than that in a month we do not get to "pay it forward" we still need to lose 4lbs a month.... why you ask? So we don't do the stupid guy thing, get overly competitive, lose to much weight in an unhealthy manner and then yo yo it back in three months....&lt;br /&gt;this isn't my first time at the rodeo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all my followers and well wishers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-1214610272449532836?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/1214610272449532836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=1214610272449532836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/1214610272449532836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/1214610272449532836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2008/12/week-one-is-over-and-results-are.html' title='Week one is over, and the results are......'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-7159947483739235498</id><published>2008-12-06T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:57:18.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing great, even when I am not....</title><content type='html'>Good morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for starters, let me say this doesn't "feel"  like a diet.  I am not miserable or cranky or mood swingy.  (well any more then normal for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't make the best choices at every meal, but when that happens,  I make better choices for the next meal... example,  yesterday I knew I was going to go to an Italian restaurant for lunch, so for breakfast I had a bowl of special K  and a cup of coffee (black)  At lunch I went a little off the deep end and had a big bowl of pasta with Alfredo sauce (YUMMY!!!)  so to counter that for dinner I had a cup of soup and a salad.   &lt;br /&gt;I am allowed to be human and enjoy food...  just not go over board all the time, and be sure to keep myself in balance when I do go overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week is almost over, and I am feeling great... tomorrow is the day I report weight/measurement changes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past I would get so crazy OCD obsessive about "being on a diet"  that I would make myself miserable and then beat myself up if I fell off of it.  The big difference now is, there is nothing to "go off of"  its more importaint to look at the big picture and be ballanced.   Food will always be around me.  Temptation will always be there.   Its better to be human and have a peice of cake, or some french fries every once and a while...  just not at EVERY meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-7159947483739235498?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/7159947483739235498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=7159947483739235498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/7159947483739235498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/7159947483739235498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2008/12/doing-great-even-when-i-am-not.html' title='Doing great, even when I am not....'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-165045600031790434</id><published>2008-12-04T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:09:34.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because it is there....</title><content type='html'>So how often have you eaten something "because it is there"  &lt;br /&gt;here is a fun fact about me...&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about pizza  (no offense to my very Italian in-laws the family recipe is wonderful)... my point is,  how many people love it?  Its a staple in our culture and in our diets.   Personally I could live life just fine if I never ate it again, however it is an easy fix so that is why I do end up eating it... because it is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it is also one of those magical foods that I can shovel in slice after slice, after slice... and not notice until I am WAY too full...&lt;br /&gt;So if its not something I crave, and its something I know I over eat....  then WHY do I order it.... because it is there....&lt;br /&gt;.... no one delivers a salad bar... and the unfortunate reality of the work I do involves long crazy hours where eating on the fly is required...   so I have to plan ahead, and why shouldn't I?  seeing how its not like I even love pizza anyway.  I can plan out an entire production, choreograph a load in of a two story set in one hour, balance an 18 week performance schedule of two plays, 10 music concerts, a dance concert,  three rentals, 10 practicum students, a staff of 6, three production meetings a week.... so on and so on....&lt;br /&gt;But I can't manage to remember to pack a sensible lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So final dress was today, I promised to feed my stage hands, but didn't plan ahead what that would be.... so I ordered pizza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least today I only had three slices... I walked away when I was full and not after the fact ...&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told I would have lived with only two slices...  at least it wasn't a half a pizza like I know I have packed away in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;Baby steps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-165045600031790434?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/165045600031790434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=165045600031790434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/165045600031790434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/165045600031790434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2008/12/because-it-is-there.html' title='Because it is there....'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-8802164791964859831</id><published>2008-12-03T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:48:59.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disconnect</title><content type='html'>I am a fairly intelligent person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know more that the average person when it comes to exercise and the human body.   In my teenager years I was a competitive power lifter,  in college I studied and minored in dance.   I took two full years of pilates.   I know how to work out and condition my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This knowledge doesn't stop with what I should do with my body.  I have read many books on nutrition and food.   I know what is good for me, and what is bad.  I know how much I really need to eat vs. what I actually put into my body.  Plus I have tried all the other stupid diets that I should've known better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the disconnect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing in common with every  diet I have been on is the disconnect between mind and body,  if I never figure out where and why this disconnect exists I will cycle forever in this same loop.  What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is a part of my new approach.  It is forcing me to THINK about who I am and why I do and don't do the things that I do.   If I have the skills to be a healthy happy me,  why don't I use them?  What is stopping me,  other than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny people talk about eating due to emotions,  stress, anger, etc...  I am sure I do that, but actually that isn't my biggest problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut off.&lt;br /&gt;When I eat  I go into this weird MANIC place and don't think, do hear anything,  I just speed up and shovel everything in front of me into my mouth... as fast as I can.   I don't really taste the food, or enjoy it.  The next thing I know,  no more food, and I am stuffed and feel gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to connect everything in the right places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-8802164791964859831?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/8802164791964859831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=8802164791964859831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/8802164791964859831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/8802164791964859831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2008/12/disconnect.html' title='Disconnect'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-8947053758636135946</id><published>2008-12-02T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:22:22.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How much I need to eat....</title><content type='html'>So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making a point to eat slower,  much slower.   (I am always rushing around to the point that I don't take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; time to slow down to eat....hurry hurry hurry, now now now,  deadlines, meetings, now now now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt; slower I am cutting my portions in half...  so that way I am eating a normal portion  instead of eating two, or three....  it is said a portion is the size of your fist... I have clearly been loading up the plate, and eating so quickly I don't know that I am full. &lt;br /&gt;Why do I know this?  well  by eating slower and having less food on my plate the last two days  I have noticed the following&lt;br /&gt;A.  I am full,  and B.  its with more than half the meal I normally eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes it is only day two, so its not like I have solved this problem,  but its also day two and I am not overly bitchy, hungry, or angry due to being on a diet.  (not any more bitchy then I normally am...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking enough time to notice what I am eating and slowing down how long I take to eat is making a difference... now I just need to stay on track....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;I can do this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-8947053758636135946?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/8947053758636135946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=8947053758636135946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/8947053758636135946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/8947053758636135946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-much-i-need-to-eat.html' title='How much I need to eat....'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-159693159228348057</id><published>2008-12-01T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:58:33.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Fad possible!</title><content type='html'>Yep,  My whole life my weight gone up an down like  a crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I have done the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Adkins&lt;/span&gt;,  it worked,  and then I had some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vegetarian&lt;/span&gt;,  worst 4 hours of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; overload,  calorie counting,  you name it,  I tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....everything sort of worked,  like the quick fix it promised... and then I let up and got chunky again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I was even in an infomercial.... well sort of... more on that later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I did learn through it all,  there is no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;permanent&lt;/span&gt; quick fix. no silver bullet.   Its about making changes in your lifestyle you can live with, and change takes a lot of time.  It will not last if its drastic....  Oh you think it will,  and for a while it does.... then it happens.  life gets in the way.  that set of holidays, or that vacation, or work is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't put my own health even in my 10 ten list of things to do, or 10 most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt;?  and why is that?  how can I do my job well, or be there for my family and friends if I don't even take care of me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the biggest problem I face,   there is always a technical rehearsal or a meeting or, 19 other things more important then me eating a sensible meal, or taking time to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am putting me in the number one spot,  and that doesn't make me selfish or insane...  in fact it is totally the opposite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-159693159228348057?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/159693159228348057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=159693159228348057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/159693159228348057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/159693159228348057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2008/12/every-fad-possible.html' title='Every Fad possible!'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-1297184158348450413</id><published>2008-12-01T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:38:51.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday - Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Chris (my better half) is on board with this life change thing,  this is good,  because A. I know he is equally unhappy about his current situation as I am about mine.  and B.  its easier to do this when everyone in your house is on board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did 40 minutes of weight lifting/resistance training this morning!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bowl of special K  with soy milk&lt;br /&gt;Four cups of coffee (black,  this is a BIG  departure for me)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 a roast beef sub from Quizznos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, its off to Tech for Dance concert&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-1297184158348450413?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/1297184158348450413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=1297184158348450413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/1297184158348450413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/1297184158348450413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday-monday-so-chris-my-better-half.html' title=''/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147692368840400112.post-5138995092274447043</id><published>2008-11-30T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:10:24.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting here! starting now...</title><content type='html'>DAY 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT took me a while to get to the point that I am at, so it will take a while to get to where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made excuses, I have ignored my own desires. I have let stress and my job get in the way of who I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT is November 30Th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weigh 226lbs&lt;br /&gt;my true waist measurement is 45 inches! (yes people you don't know how to measure yourselves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am squeezing into my 36 inch jeans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chest measurement is 46 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hip measurement is 42 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 5'9"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not comfortable in my own skin, I don't wear more than half my clothes, I don't fit into the tuxedo that I was married in two years ago! This is not OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be sensible and safe. I am going to eat balanced and healthier and exercise. no fads, no drugs, nothing drastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will lose one pound a week (4 pounds a month) slow and steady, and change forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-rad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147692368840400112-5138995092274447043?l=b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/feeds/5138995092274447043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147692368840400112&amp;postID=5138995092274447043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/5138995092274447043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147692368840400112/posts/default/5138995092274447043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-radgetsittogether.blogspot.com/2008/11/starting-here-starting-now.html' title='Starting here! starting now...'/><author><name>b-rad S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05819555871056001128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WsxwyAIVKg/STNltJfsgxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pyPdIacoib0/S220/bs6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
