I haven't update this in forever. Why? I've mostly been keeping my workout log on TRS. But, I wouldn't want anyone I ever want to respect me to have to waste their time on TRS, so I got to thinking - might as well update the stuff here as well.

Quickish boring recap: I turned 28 in January. I've been hovering around 245-255 for the past couple years I guess. I'm 6'1", and that puts me anywhere from 25-30% body fat...it's like I ate an Olsen twin and she's never left. I love eating. I drink all the time. But I also love working out - almost as much as I love reading or thinking about working out.

I've been spending an hour or two every day on the crossfit site, and visit the Gym Jones site every other day or so. I peruse other sites, and when bored, have even been known to re-read the same articles over and over again on t-nation.

But still...I'm fat. I've always been more of a "think-er" than a "do-er." Lately I've been trying to "do." Hopefully it lasts.

I started working out in earnest last year with my friend and girlfriend. We did pretty well - making some killer progress mostly following a Mark Rippetoe "Starting Strength" program. I didn't lose much weight but I gained noticeable muscle mass and was probably the strongest I've ever been. I continued wakeboarding, and even tried the Velocity Diet in an attempt to get back into the 230's. Those two things collided in an ugly wakeboarding crash that resulted in a concussion (two black eyes, sweet!) and a jacked up left shoulder. I lost all concentration on working out and dieting. Hell, I just lost concentration in general for a few weeks.

Shortly after, in December, I had shoulder surgery. They called it "AC joint decompression." Another way to put it is they poked some holes in me, stuck some shit in my arm, burned off some shit they thought was in the way, and found a naturally separated labrum, but didn't touch it since the recovery would be 6+ months. I started a new job the next Monday. My girlfriend accepted a relocation to Seattle that Friday. Drugged and confused, and hungry, I crept up to 267.5, my all-time heaviest weight. Ugh.

In January, my girlfriend went to Seattle. Since then, I've built a workout schedule that we push each other to follow. It's almost like we're workout partners. We push each other and try to keep each other motivated. We eat slightly better but have a ton of room to improve. I want to transition to a "zone" diet - it just makes sense.

OK, even I'm falling asleep after that ramble, but it pretty much gets the blog up to date. I'll follow this with my latest workouts and hopefully will keep this thing updated as I go.