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I had all mine out at once, and they did give me pain pills but I hardly took them unless it was completely unbearable. I dont think I tried to exercise at all, I didnt even want too.

Well, supposedly cartiledge has pulled away from my rib a little. Rest, ice, and ibuprofen are what he told me to do.

i was strictly on a liquid diet for a few days. All I wanted to do was lay on the couch and eat ice cream haha.

MUCH different. Well actually, wait a minute. Final Fantasy Tactics did get ported to either the DS or the GBA, so it would be close to the same game. Final Fantasy Tactics Advance is a completley different story and game altogether. Shadow of the Colossus (besides FF7 lol) is the most memorable game I have ever played. Its absolutely fascinating.

Nice! Im sure you have, but have you played the orginal FFT? Besides FF7, that is one of my favorite final fantasy titles ever. ICO was a great game, have you played shadow of the colossus?!? AMAZING!

Inspired by Zach's signature and the poem on Arnold, I found a poem online about squats: Down this road, in a gym far away, a young man was heard to say, "no matter what i do, my legs won't grow" he tried leg extensions, leg curls, and leg presses , too trying to cheat, these sissy workouts he'd do. from the corner of the gym where the big men train, through a cloud of chalk and the midst of pain where the noise is made with big forty fives, a deep voice bellowed as he wrapped his knees. a very big man with legs like trees. laughing as he snatched another plate from the stack chalking his hands and monstrous back, said, "boy, stop lying and don't say you've forgotten, the trouble with you is you ain't been SQUATTIN'.

Thats intense. I never knew Chaquita was such a horrid company.

Recently Ive been playing Final Fantasy Tactics Advanced. Amazing! I also have started a season with my friend on NFL 2k5, still a better football game than Madden can ever deliver. I HATE EA.

Because of this stupid thread, I dreamt I was singing Barbie Girl at a karaoke bar, and I knew the song word for word. UGH. Now its annoying.

June 3rd, 2008 Warm Ups Squat 1x20 @ 140lbs no rest Tabata Front Squats 8x8 @ 65#, only 10 seconds rest between sets. Wall Sits 2 sits at 1:30 seconds 1 min rest between Various Sit Ups

Update: Yesterday I didnt feel the pain at all until I started doing push ups. I stopped the push ups and went through all my other exercises, including sit ups, without any pain. That area felt tight afterwards, like I just pulled a muscle. I went to a friends house and later that night, sitting in a very awkward position felt the pain again, just a sharp stab right behind my lower right rib. I stood up and it went away after a few minutes. This morning it feels tight around the area, like I just worked it out extremely hard. As I said above, I dont have money for a doctor check up, but Im going to go see my chiropractor, who is very no nonsense kind of guy. ANd if he tells me to go to a doctor I guess I will and make paymenst or something. It doesnt hurt when I breath in deeply, touch the area, cough or sneeze or anything.

When I lived in New Mexico some radio DJ wanted to get married over the airwaves, but the studio wouldnt allow him. He locked himself in the booth, and for over 8 hours straight tookover the station and played Barbie Girl. 8 hours of Barbie Girl. HOLY EXLPLETIVE. I still like the song though haha!

Haha I used to eat Kiddos (ghetto Oreos) by the box when soy milk until I found out I was allergic to wheat

Zack you should have written this for Potter's smooth. I calculated the macros... Nutritional Facts Calories: 4180 Calories from Fat: 2686 Carbohydrates: 250g Fiber: 59g Fat: 288g Protein 143g This is my first time reading this post and I did read Potters, thinking it was a joke, and then thinking there was no way my blender could handle that lol. My simple recipe: 2 cups of water 3 bananas 3 strawberries 2 tbsp manitoba harvest hemp protein, 50%

Hey. Nice to see the improvements! I didnt have a squat rack for a long time, but was determined to lift heavier weights than I could clean and press, so Ill give you some examples of two things I did. I found a tall fence that made a right angle to another fence. Set the bar on that, and added the weights. Im tall though, so dont know if it would work for you? Now, I got some weird looking metal shelf bars. If you go to an old laundry mat you would see them hold up a wood plank. They are at right angle, where screws go into the walls, and the other screws hold the board in place. Well, I got some very strong screws that hold a lot of weight, and screwed the metal things to the wall. Ive had about 225 lbs on em so far with no noticable sag

My boss just cooked a veggie burrito. Now I want one. UGH! Im trying to hard to be non processed lol, but a burrito sounds sooo good.

How is it going to work? Just call each other and find out whats going on?

I still am a fan of Kimbo, even though I still believe he should of lost that fight. I like how he is working his way up, learning to sport, and taking his time with things. I think he will become a dangerous fighter. But he did flail and huff and puff a bit after getting elbowed in the head for a minute lol.

One of my fitness heroes, Mark Twight from www.gymjones.com: TWITCHING Twitching with Twight BY MARK TWIGHT What's your problem? I think I know. You see it in the mirror every morning: temptation and doubt hip to hip inside your head. You know it's not supposed to be like this. But you drank the Kool-Aid and dressed yourself up in someone else's life. You're haunted because you remember having something more. With each drag of the razor you ask yourself why you piss your blood into another man's cup. Working at the job he offered, your future is between his thumb and forefinger. And the necessary accessories, the proclamations of success you thought gave you stability provide your boss security. Your debt encourages acquiescence, the heavy mortgage makes you polite. Aren't you sick of being tempted by an alternative lifestyle, but bound by chains of your own choosing? Of the gnawing doubt that the college graduate, path of least resistance is the right way for you - for ever? Each weekend you prepare for the two weeks each summer when you wake up each day and really ride, or climb; the only imperative being to go to bed tired. When booming thermals shoot you full of juice and your Vario shrieks 7m/sec, you wonder if the lines will pop. The risk pares away life's trivia. Up there, sucking down the thin cumulus, the earth looks small, the boss even smaller, and you wish it could go on forever. But a wish is all it will ever be. Because the ground is hard. Monday morning is harsh. You wear the hangover of your weekend rush under a strict and proper suit and tie. You listen to NPR because it's inoffensive, PFC: Politically Fucking Correct. Where's the counter-cultural righteousness that had you flirting with Bad Religion and the vintage Pistols tape over the weekend? On Monday you eat frozen food and live the homogenized city experience. But Sunday you thought about cutting your hair very short. You wanted a little more volume and wondered how out of place you looked in the Sub Pop Music Store. Flipping through the import section, you didn't recognize any of the bands. KMFDM? It stands for Kill Mother Fucking Depeche Mode. Didn't you know? How could you not? Tuesday you look at the face in the mirror again. It stares back, accusing. How can you get by on that one weekly dose? How can you be satisfied by the artifice of these experiences? Why should your words mean anything? They aren't learned by heart and written in blood. If you cannot grasp the consciousness-altering experience that real mastery of these disciplines proposes, of what value is your participation? The truth is pointless when it is shallow. Do you have the courage to live with the integrity that stabs deep? Use the mirror to cut to the heart of things and uncover your true self. Use the razor to cut away what you don't need. The life you want to live has no recipe. Following the recipe got you here in the first place: Mix one high school diploma with an undergrad degree and a college sweetheart. With a whisk (or a whip) blend two cars, a poorly built house in a cul de sac, and fifty hours a week working for a board that doesn't give a shit about you. Reproduce once. Then again. Place all ingredients in a rut, or a grave. One is a bit longer than the other. Bake thoroughly until the resulting life is set. Rigid. With no way out. Serve and enjoy. "You see your face reflected there in a sweating brow, you hate what you see, but what can be done when there's no way out, no way out?" The Chameleons, "Intrigue in Tangiers" But there is a way out. Live the lifestyle instead of paying lip service to the lifestyle. Live with commitment. With emotional content. Live whatever life you choose honestly. Give up this renaissance man, dilettante bullshit of doing a lot of different things (and none of them very well by real standards). Get to the guts of one thing; accept, without reservation or rationalization, the responsibility of making a choice. When you live honestly, you can not separate your mind from your body, or your thoughts from your actions. "If you really want to hurt them and their children not yet born tell them the truth always". Henry Rollins, from the book See a Grown Man Cry Tell the truth. First, to yourself. Say it until it hurts. Learn the reality of your own selfishness. Quit living for other people at the expense of your own self, you're not really alive. You live in the land of denial - and they say the view is pretty a long as you remain asleep. Well it's time to WAKE THE FUCK UP! So do it. Wake up. When you drink the coffee tomorrow, take it black and notice it. Feel the caffeine surge through you. Don't take it for granted. Use it for something. Burn the Grisham books. Sell the bad CDs. Mariah Carey, Dave Mathews and N Sync aren't part of the soundtrack where you're going. Cut your hair. Don't worry about the gray. If you're good at what you do, no one cares what you look like. Go to the weight room. Learn the difference between actually working out and what you've been doing. Live for the Iron and the fresh air. Punish your body to perfect your soul. Kick the habit of being nice to everyone you meet. Do they deserve it? Say "no" more often. Quit posturing at the weekly parties. Your high pulse rate, your 5.12s and quick time on the Slickrock Trail don't mean shit to anybody else. These numbers are the measuring sticks of your own progress; show, don't tell. Don't react to the itch with a scratch. Instead, learn it. Honor the necessity of both the itch and the scratch. But a haircut and a new soundtrack do not a modern man make. As long as you have a safety net you act without commitment. You'll go back to your old habits once you meet a little resistance. You need the samurai's desperateness and his insanity. Burn the bridge. Nuke the foundation. Back yourself up against a wall. Have an opinion one way or the other, get off the fence and rip it up. Cut yourself off so there is no going back. Once you're committed the truth will come out. You ask about security? What you need is uncertainty. What you need is confusion; something that forces you to reinvent yourself, a whip to drive you harder. "I never try anything - I just do it. Want to try me? White Zombie, "Thunder Kiss" In Dune, Frank Herbert called it "the attitude of the knife,â€

If my stimulus payment comes in time Ill be in Portland from the night of the 23rd to probably the night of the 27th. Ill be going up there to visit some friends and for my own vacation, and I would love to take apart of final leg of this trip! The cabin would be nice though, but money situations are pretty tight right now

I agree with johan. Although adding vegan chicken to the menu is a nice gesture, murder is still murder.

Ack I forgot sorry. Here we go You need a dehydrator though. Tortilla 4 cups Frozen Corn ½ cup Ground flax seeds (not soaked) ½ cup Orange juice 1 clove garlic Place all ingredients in a food processor and blend until smooth. 2. Place mixture on a Teflex sheet on top of a mesh dehydrator screen about 1/8 inch thick and dehydrate at 105 degrees. 3. When tortillas are solid enough to turn (after about 3 hours) flip onto mesh and dehydrate until other side is solid. (another 1-2 hours or so) Enjoy Sometimes I make these thick and place my raw burgers on them for bread.

Gonna throw a question out here. When BJ Penn won 2 weeks ago, he called out George St Pierre. That means he would have to go up in weight class. Do you honestly think BJ can beat GSP? I want to say a resounding NO, but others many disagree. My points: Besides Randy Cortoue, I cant remember someone who actually went up in weight class and dominated. GSP is very comfortable where he is at, and I dont think he could be beaten. I still have questions about how in shape Penn is. And if he does go up in weight class wont that make him slower? Your thoughts?