Owl Attacks Invisible Food

Just another photo example

Here are some photos of Dr John Berardi that were in an article on elitefts.com.  The article is about intermittent fasting, and can be found here: http://articles.elitefts.com/articles/nutrition/intermittent-fasting-big-help-or-big-hype/

Interesting short article.

Anyways, he attached the following two photo sets.  The first one is him at 10%, and the second is him at 4%.  With all lean body mass remaining, this would be my general condition at 210lbs, and then at 196lbs.  Dr Berardi is obviously far more well developed than I am, so I would not be quite so bomb looking, but this gives another glimpse at different body fat percentages.  I am currently sitting at 253lbs and about 25%, which is admittedly far away from my goal, but way closer than it seems.  Just a little dietary discipline and the addition of cardio, and I think I could be within spitting distance of single digits by next mid-Summer for sure.

Anyways, on to the photos.  The first set is 10% bodyfat, the second is 4%.  Had trouble locating his bodyweight and height.

ou'll probably observe that the most noticeable difference shows through in the abdominal definition and back definition.  Some of this is due to the dramatic lighting of the second set of photos.  You may also notice his face actually leaned up a little bit, even though it was certainly not chubby or anything in the before photos.

I don't have a great set of before and after photos, because I frankly was just not that interested in photographic proof of my fatness.  So, in light of that information, here are the best I can do.  These first two are from when I hiked the Grand Canyon in October 2010.  This was actually not my top end weight.  In these I weighed about 280 or so, and I estimate that I was easily over 40% body fat.  Probably in the range of 45%.  I topped out by the end of the year at 300lbs, and probably close to 50% body fat, but I literally have NO pictures of this stage of my life. 

Now, this is the best I could do for progress pictures.  This is me all bossed up for a night out with Blaise.  This is very recent, and I'm about 258lbs and 26% body fat.  Obviously, since I'm wearing a suit jacket you cannot really see much, but for those in the know, I went from a size 56R jacket in January at my largest to a 48R in this picture:

Sometimes When You're On, You're Really Fucking On

An interesting thing happened today.  Interesting enough to warrant a post.

I was at the gym today (I had today off, because I worked Saturday for someone).  Did some shoulders and chest and a little bit of arms.

I asked the personal trainer guy there if he wouldn't mind checking my body fat percentage for me (I offered to pay, but he said that was not necessary).

Here are the results:

Weight..................................256 lbs
Body Fat.................................26.5 %
Lean Body Mass........................188 lbs
Fat Mass.................................68 lbs


This is interesting, because my long-term goal has been to get to 185lbs. For anyone not following this on their own, if I were to retain my current LBM and also achieve my previous goal of 185, I'd be dead.  I'd be negative body fat.

This is actually a great thing.  This means that I'm much closer to being in a desirable body (desirable to ME, fuck you society and your shitty standards) than I'd previously thought.  Here are some new goals:

Short-term weight goal.........225 lbs
Long-term weight goal..........200 lbs

These weight goals are associated with a presumptive retention of the same level of LBM (although, an increase would not be a bad thing either).  This means the following:

At 225 lbs, I'd be about 17% body fat.  The last time I was around 17% body fat, I weighed about 187 lbs and felt fucking fantastic.

At 200 lbs, I'd be about 6% body fat, which is ludicrously ripped.  I may in fact not even want to be this low.

Here are some picture examples that I lifted from: http://www.myfitnessstudio.co.uk/what-different-body-fat-percentages-actually-look-like/ and http://www.naturalphysiques.com/144/body-fat-percentage-guide-for-men-by-jeremy-likness

30% (this is not me...none of these are me):

25% (definitely look/feel fatter than this):

20%:

~16%:

10%:

~6%:

So 6% may not look too good on me.  I think I'd look a little emaciated.  I guess we'll see.

Anyways, every now and then, it can be awesome to have a day in the gym that is not JUST disappointment and disgust.

Also, abject heartbreak can be a great reason to drink.  It can also be a great reason to improve yourself. Your choice.

Photos of Women from WWII

http://www.theatlantic.com/infocus/2011/09/world-war-ii-women-at-war/100145/

Worth a look

Best Dubstep Ever

Hey Leslie, check out this enormous shark

They estimate 18 feet long.  Sleep well.

100 Years of London Fashion

If this is cut off partially, just click on it to watch @YT

Creation

I was never conceived.

I was never born.

I spontaneously carnated after a million infinities of desperate belief. 

It is the desire for life that propels us into consciousness. 

It is the desire for death that commands us forward to find meaning before it is too late to learn anything more.

Violence begets violence.

People Are Stupid - Lyrics

People Are Stupid - 30 Foot Fall

I'm surrounded by idiots everyday
Frustrated by the games that people play
Confused by what the TV says I need

Lost in space and ugly too
people act like they've been sniffing glue
Never questioning the things that they believe

Freedom of choice must be a joke
just look at all the people that cannot cope
I've got something I want to say to them

There's a lot of stuff that I can do
That doesn't mean I have to impose on you
If you take offense to common sense
That's your problem

I can do what I want
Listern to some Slayer and play Nintendo all night long

Racism sucks and so do you
If you hate somebody cause they're not like you
And that goes for homophobia, xenophobia, and classism too

I can sit around and masturbate
have different colored friends that I don't hate
It doesn't matter if you don't approve

I can stick my finger up my nose
Never take a bath or change my clothes
And my underarms can ruin someone's day

I can ride a float in the gay parade
Terrorize the Christian Right for a day
And sing "homophobes are just pissed 'cause they can't get laid"

I can do what I want
Go to Sunday school and read the Necronomicon
I can do what I want

Progress

Progress has always been a funny little thing in my life.  Whenever I think that I'm totally prepared and pointed in the right direction, I end up falling on my face, coming nowhere even close to whatever goal I thought I wanted to progress towards.  I have started to think of these occurrences not as failures, but as corrections.  I thought for a very long time that I was destined to be a healer in a literal way.  A doctor.  A person who saved another person's life.  So I went to school for it.  I completed a degree in a field of health that legitimately interested me, and still does, in fact (holistic and progressive approaches to health).  I planned on working for a little while, then going to medical school of one type or another.

This obviously has not happened.  This is a good thing.  I've realized that I am just too far at odds with medicine to ever be satisfied practicing it.  I want to be proactive, not reactive.  Medicine is ultimately a reaction.  Everything that medicine has ever come up has been as a reaction to an existing problem.  Once that problem is "solved," nature is still unsatisfied, and comes up with a new problem, and medicine goes back to responding.

I've spent a lot of time thinking about this, and I employed a strategy that has worked for me in the past.  When I once wanted to be a firefighter, I anticipated that I would feel underutilized if I remained only a firefighter, so I started going up the line and increasing responsibilities.  I thought maybe I could be a paramedic, and then work on promoting up the chain and get onto the administrative level (Chief, Captain, etc).  Then I realized that I would still just be following policies put in place by people who were supposedly smarter than me.  So I kept going, and going, and going, and eventually decided that the only place where I could practice life saving medicine and not have to answer to anyone would be as a neurosurgeon (I know now that I was wrong, and that even there I would have to answer to administrators and whatnot).  Anyways, this is how I ended up in school for medicine.  Then I thought that naturopathy would be even FURTHER down the line, since most people really only turn to naturopaths after western medicine has already repeatedly failed them.  Whatever, I'm getting bored talking about this right now.  The point is that I spend a lot of time thinking of the possible results of every choice I make, and I proceed accordingly.  I almost always end up having to change my plan, or the plan doesn't work out at all even when I did everything right.  This is a good thing.

Without this phenomenon, I would never have stopped to ask myself, "What is more important than life saving medicine?"  The answer is, "An innumerable quantity of things."  I've already mentioned my modern belief that it may not be the most honorable quest to try to save the life of every person who is born, so I will not expand upon this any further than to bring attention to it now.  If medicine is not the answer, what is?  Stop looking at the situation from your own point of view.  What do third world peoples need?  Food, ultimately.  It does not help however to just deliver food supplies to these people.  Population dynamics will win.  If a peoples can not support themselves, then those peoples will ultimately be destined to die away.  The only possibility for a third world population to really be able to rise to second and first world status is for that population to pull itself up without help.  So how does a nation suddenly provide food for itself?  By obtaining and maintaining a steady supply of water. 

Hence my further education plan:  I intend to go to UA in Fall 2012 to begin studying Environmental Hydrology and Water Resources.  This is a Science college program, but I will be able to take (and hopefully pass) the Engineering test, if I so desire (I do).  I will be able to take skills from this program (actual skills!) and use them in the real world.  I will be able to choose where I work.  I will be able to work internationally and in crisis areas.  In fact, a few of the faculty helped set up water systems in Haiti following the earthquake there.  I would be able to stay in Arizona if I wanted to (up in the air right now), since water supply is a constant source of worry in the desert.  The point here is that I'd be able to go to a third world area and impart the tools and ability to sustain water supply, which could be used to maintain a food supply, which could be used to bolster an economy, which could be used to improve infrastructure, which could be used to expand the economy and build connections with other peoples and other nations, etc ad modernum.  Or, I could focus on engineering better and cheaper water related supplies, like ground water pumps or filters.  Either way, I would be impacting an entire population in one fell swoop, instead of working with one patient at a time.  It's all about maximizing your impact, right? 

Then there's body image.  I have recently sort of come more to terms with my body.  I don't have an unreal image of myself in either direction anymore.  I have a healthy and accurate image of myself, and I'm okay with it.  With this "revelation," or whatever you want to call it, I have found that I've also been better able to lose weight.  Weird.  I have been slowly but regularly losing since May.  I estimate that I topped out this year at 298 lbs sometime in January.  On February 14th, I was 295.  On March 1st, I was about 288.  Now I am 263.5.  This is a full loss of just under 35 pounds.  I'm still moving down.  I'm getting some of my strength back in a big way.  This is all good stuff.  I have lifting goals that are realistic and impressive.  I think that I can get there.  I'm not worried about these things. 


"Do you ever feel like you just landed
On this earth?
See the creatures all do their dances
Back and forth
You get restless and then you join them
On the floor
Suddenly it's tomorrow
It's not today anymore"

Hi-Speed Soul - Nada Surf


"When I accelerate
I remember why it's good to be alive
Like a twenty-five cent game
Maybe this weight was a gift
Like I had to see what I could lift
I spend all my energy
Walking upright"

Do It Again - Nada Surf


The lips of time, they kiss again
When I walk alone into the night
They know my voice, they know my name
My need for love, my fear of heights

So I keep my wit, my running game
My shoulders straight, chin up high
But it's all a lie
It's all a lie, it's all a lie

And I forget how the time, it flies
When my fingers crossed, I hope in vain
That you'll be home with sleepy eyes
To fix it all, cause you know my pain

And I forget how the time, it flies
When the day is long, and it keeps me dry
Cause it's all a lie
It's all a lie, it's all a lie

There's no perfect way to clear the mess
We both have a past in a silver frame
See my heart, it died a slow weary death
In the tainted arms of another man

You and I we're no different
Than the rest of the world when the morning rings
Everyone wants a piece of the love of God
Everyone sings, everyone sings

I know you can tell that I can't help myself
Can't help myself
Cause it's all a lie
It's all a lie, it's all a lie, it's all a lie, it's all a lie, it's all a lie

The lips of time, they kiss again
When I walk alone into the night
They know my voice, they know my name
My need for love, my fear of heights

But seen I'm not different than the rest of the world
When the morning rings
I just want a piece of the love of God"

It's All A Lie - Keren Ann

Best dance ever?

Get Real Already

What do you think is going to change?

You're going to look different?
You're going to act different?
You're going to be better at something?

You're going to worse at something else?

It's all bullshit.  You are who you are, and no one ever changes.  The only thing that changes is how the world perceives you.  In one moment, you're talentless, and in the next, visionary. 

You already know these people, and you know how they think.  You cannot change them.  There are other people, though.  People who may get it.  I hold on to some sliver of something that tells me that they are out there, and that they will form the army that I see in my mind.  They will understand the importance and the historic nature of you.  They will tell their children, and their grandchildren's children will find photographs and do research, and love you from afar.  They will feel kinship and wonder what it was like then.  They will wonder what you would think about their modern issues.  Things that you never could have conceived of having to have an opinion on.

They will wonder what things would have been like if the world only understood you.

Karma and Eight Legs

I killed a spider tonight.

It had come in through the crack under the screen door.  We often leave the sliding door open, and just close the screen door, since it is still so nice outside, and Our Nancy is outside gardening.  It's annoying to have to open and close two doors every time you want to come in or out.  Anyways, I'm guessing it came in through the crack under the screen door.  I noticed it early on just hanging out in the door track on the floor.  I did not think too much of it, but made a note to pay attention to where it went. 

After a while, I peaked back towards where I had seen it, and noticed it was gone.  I grabbed one of my many flashlights and looked all around the base of the door, but did not see it.  I figured it must have gone back outside.

Twenty minutes later or so, we're all watching a dvd when I notice it has come back in, and is hanging out in the same place.  I announce its presence to Adam and Our Nancy, and Nancy suggests capturing it and putting it somewhere far away.  I make a mental note to do this, and we go on watching the dvd. 

At the end of the show, Adam and Our Nancy go to bed, and I remember that I never did anything with our surprise guest.  I grab the flashlight and find it pretty easily, although now it seems much jumpier, and is running unpredictably about.  It eventually stops running where the carpet meets the tv stand.  I go in to the kitchen to try to find an appropriate capturing dish when it hits me.  There is no way that I will be able to capture this thing.  I am mildly to moderately arachnophobic.  I do alright when there is a spider that is outside of arms length, or if it is a little tiny guy that I know is not dangerous.  However, when it comes to things like black widows or recluses, I get a little more jumpy.  The spider in question here was a brown sort of thing about the size of a quarter.  Perhaps bigger if all splayed out.  Certainly not gargantuan, but big enough to notice.  I realized that every time I tried to get close enough to place a container or something over it, my heart rate rose dramatically, and I was unable to ensure that I would not just accidentally drop the bowl or dish, which could break it and create a whole new problem. 

I picked up a dowel that we use to lock the sliding back door, and intended to smash the spider, but when it came time to do so, I felt again that I could not do it.  I then stared at the spider for an actual 15 minutes while I pondered the karmic implications of killing it.  I acknowledged that it was innocent, and had simply wandered in to our house on accident, or bad advice.  I also acknowledged that I had no idea whether or not it was at all dangerous, and that it was sort of my responsibility to protect unaware roommates from known dangers.  But is that a reason to kill it?  I just could not decide.  I tried to rationalize it by saying that I eat meat, and that is most likely not the most acceptable karmic act, either.

I sat there, staring at this spider, for 15 minutes.  I then went back in to the kitchen and tried to divine a new plan.  Nothing came to me, and when I went back, the spider began to run for it.  At first it hid behind a big empty plant jar that I have sitting next to the tv stand, but when I picked the jar up to look for it, it ran behind the tv stand.  I grabbed the wood dowel and held it, unsure of what I was doing, when suddenly it began running erratically.  This freaked me out, and I found, before I knew what I was doing, that I had smashed the spider with the dowel.

I immediately felt bad about this, and said a short prayer of apology to the dead spider.  I admitted that I had not intended for things to end that way, and that I was sorry if it was painful.

I worry now that there is some karmic retribution for this action.  However, I am also relieved to know that there is not a somewhat large, unidentifiable spider roaming around the house. 

Mostly, I am disappointed that I am still letting fear inform my decisions.  It is my hope to one day be free of fear and to be able to make all decisions with a clear and rational mind.

As for right now, though, I am going to sleep.

Living In Various Places

I live now with Adam in his home.  It is me, Adam, and Our Nancy.  We are surrogates in this house.  We eat breakfast together, although not always by design.  It just happens that way.  We eat dinner together, and it usually is by design.  I find myself wanting to go home, which is something that I've not felt in a long time.  At work, I will be thinking about home.  Not about the places that I might go before finally heading home to sleep.  When I wake up, I don't only wish to be asleep again.  I go to the store, and I call Our Nancy to see if she needs anything, because she cooks, too.  I usually don't bother to call Adam, because he doesn't cook much.  Sometimes I ask if he needs any bananas or pasta.

I've lost ten pounds after living here for two weeks. 

I am discovering wine.

I am rediscovering my love for music.

I have discovered a previously undocumented tribal family living in the harsh environment known as South Chandler. 

Away We Go

You are an unsinkable boat
   on an endless sea
I am the sea

You hold everything that I have ever believed
I do not believe in anything anymore

You will float forever
I am that into which everything sinks