<?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-3742523</id><updated>2012-01-10T08:22:07.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power to Change</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts on Life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-1550925373191942511</id><published>2010-03-24T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T19:54:14.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Ain't Always Beautiful</title><summary type='text'>One of the biggest lies we tell ourselves is, "I'll do it later." This statement frequently pops up when we encounter a situation that does not fall into our pre-defined day. I've spent most of my life, and I do mean life, battling this little voice in my head. Since I was a young child, any moderate deviation from my preset plan triggered the, "I'll do it later", response. Now in my case there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/1550925373191942511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=1550925373191942511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/1550925373191942511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/1550925373191942511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-aint-always-beautiful.html' title='Life Ain&apos;t Always Beautiful'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-7917461548406146385</id><published>2010-01-31T17:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:37:20.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a Change</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so you are four weeks into your workout program. You are getting comfortable with things. Guess what? That means it's time to look at making a change. When you are starting a workout and nutrition program it's important to set up a good framework that will help take you forward through a lifetime of health and fitness. One part of that framework is understanding the value of changing up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/7917461548406146385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=7917461548406146385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/7917461548406146385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/7917461548406146385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-for-change.html' title='Time for a Change'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-5515063058838087884</id><published>2010-01-24T19:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T19:09:32.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><summary type='text'>Since getting down to Texas, I've been a bit slow in indulging my inner tourist. I've been to Dallas and Houston. I've gone out exploring a bit in the Hill Country. I've even done a little wandering around downtown Austin. I have not quite gone out and really started poking around. That changed up this weekend. Saturday I went down to San Antonio with a friend. After finishing up a small errand, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/5515063058838087884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=5515063058838087884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/5515063058838087884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/5515063058838087884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-5174431277871147833</id><published>2010-01-16T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:14:09.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Days II</title><summary type='text'>Better Days II-In 2005 New Orleans and the Gulf Coast was devistated when Hurricane Katrina hit the area. None of us can forget the horrible images from that storm. The impact was magnified when it became apparent that we could not get help to people in a rapid manner. For days, people suffered as public services struggled to return some sense of normalcy to New Orleans. On January 12, 2010, a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/5174431277871147833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=5174431277871147833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/5174431277871147833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/5174431277871147833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2010/01/better-days-ii.html' title='Better Days II'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-5867356642892418657</id><published>2009-12-12T21:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:50:16.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><summary type='text'>Moving ranks as one of the most stressful things you can do in a calender year. Having done a cross country move, I can vouch for that. I'm finding moving is a bit like a break-up where you both still love each other, but things just needed to shift up. You both grew in different directions, there's no hate, no ultimatums, just a moment of realization that a change needs to happen.So you move on,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/5867356642892418657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=5867356642892418657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/5867356642892418657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/5867356642892418657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/12/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-2494067905774608368</id><published>2009-12-07T14:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:57:40.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Gifts</title><summary type='text'>After a little bit of bumpy air I'm settling into a more holidayish feeling here in Austin. There was an...incident with the fake Christmas tree. The less said there, the better. ;) Just remember, hammers are not normally tools you need to assemble a Christmas tree. I've started pulling together the Christmas card list. That should be done this weekend. I've also been reviewing my list for Santa.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/2494067905774608368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=2494067905774608368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/2494067905774608368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/2494067905774608368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/12/giving-gifts.html' title='Giving Gifts'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-9081749163321996963</id><published>2009-11-19T11:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:48:28.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeding America</title><summary type='text'>"Are there no prisons...and the union workhouses? Are they still in operation...The treadmill and Poor Law are in full vigour?" --Scrooge, A Christmas CarolI overheard part of a conversation this week regarding donating to charity. The two folks in question were talking about the food stamp program and how unfair it was that they were forced to subsidize "deadbeats". The Supplemental Nutrition </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/9081749163321996963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=9081749163321996963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/9081749163321996963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/9081749163321996963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/11/feeding-america.html' title='Feeding America'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-265754837028204127</id><published>2009-11-02T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:57:10.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Read Your Label</title><summary type='text'>Read Your Label- Learning how to correctly read a nutrition label is a critical step towards lifelong health and fitness. When you take the time to read labels on food you start to gain a better understanding of what you are putting into your body. Now there are a wide range of pieces of information on a food label. You have total number of calories, macronutrient breakdowns including carbs, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/265754837028204127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=265754837028204127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/265754837028204127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/265754837028204127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/11/read-your-label.html' title='Read Your Label'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-7104751063939859604</id><published>2009-10-26T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:03:01.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><summary type='text'>If everyone is thinking alike, then somebody isn't thinking.--George S. Patton Consider this- the "average" American thinks they can't lose weight and keep it off. Are you thinking they way they are? Deep down, do you believe that it's possible to make lasting change? Are you one of the people who is truly thinking, and not just walking lockstep with "everyone"?There's a time to walk with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/7104751063939859604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=7104751063939859604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/7104751063939859604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/7104751063939859604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/10/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-1176164271636820358</id><published>2009-10-20T22:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:48:49.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Be Okay</title><summary type='text'>Learning to Be Okay-As a trainer, a considerable amount of time is spent pushing people past the limits they impose on themselves. Often times the limits have been set so low, it's a challenge to help these individuals realize what they can do if they push that little bit harder. For people who have spent a lifetime doubting their skills or abilities, pushing to be extra-ordinary is hard. It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/1176164271636820358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=1176164271636820358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/1176164271636820358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/1176164271636820358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/10/learning-to-be-okay.html' title='Learning to Be Okay'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-85999076293592129</id><published>2009-09-19T18:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:23:13.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Step</title><summary type='text'>(I participated in the EAS Body for Life Challenge in 2006. As part of that process, I was keeping an online blog. I've been reviewing some of those blogs recently, and find they still hold relevance 3 years later. So periodically I'll put them up here. They are unedited, so there may be some odd references. The deeper lessons hold across the board.)I think it's very easy for people who are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/85999076293592129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=85999076293592129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/85999076293592129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/85999076293592129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-step.html' title='The First Step'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-993702794427974487</id><published>2009-09-14T20:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:20:43.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Entitlement 101</title><summary type='text'>The other night at the MTV Video Awards, we were treated to a rather spectacular example of the "me me" generation. Rapper Kanye West hopped up onto the stage during Taylor Swift's acceptance speech. He took the mike from her and proceeded to say that Beyonce Knowles should have won the award. Typical Hollywood you say? Sure, until you factor in the fact that Swift is 17 and as of today it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/993702794427974487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=993702794427974487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/993702794427974487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/993702794427974487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/09/entitlement-101.html' title='Entitlement 101'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-8480170607338358603</id><published>2009-08-22T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:32:12.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Faith</title><summary type='text'>Keeping FaithIt's got to be incredibly frustrating some days to be starting Body for Life for the first time. Here you are, trying to figure out which way is up and you are surrounded by people telling you, be patient, no don't do that, yes I know it's hard, hang in there. You seem to be battling for every ounce you lose, and you know something is wrong.Yet around you people keep saying, "have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/8480170607338358603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=8480170607338358603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/8480170607338358603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/8480170607338358603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/08/keeping-faith.html' title='Keeping Faith'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-3684864467766351957</id><published>2009-08-20T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:51:11.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on the fitness industry-</title><summary type='text'>Thoughts on the fitness industry-One of the greatest challenges for those of us in the fitness profession is getting folks to actually follow the advice we give. Between years of misinformation, partially accurate information, and the medial tossing out fitness soundbites there is a ton of poor information to cull through. This is exacerbated because "experts" forget a key point. What we know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/3684864467766351957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=3684864467766351957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/3684864467766351957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/3684864467766351957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/08/thoughts-on-fitness-industry.html' title='Thoughts on the fitness industry-'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-8863497070540862114</id><published>2009-08-10T23:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:11:50.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intensity</title><summary type='text'>Intensity- One of the keys to a successful physical transformation is intensity. Think about it. You've spent years bringing your body to the place it is right now. That's years of inactivity and lethargy leading to your current job- slug. You don't look your best and you sure as heck don't feel your best. All that mass, both physical and mental needs a lot of energy to get moving. Now starting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/8863497070540862114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=8863497070540862114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/8863497070540862114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/8863497070540862114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/08/intensity.html' title='Intensity'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-8475054538694638665</id><published>2009-08-06T13:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:14:29.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Duality</title><summary type='text'>Duality- I was out at a local track the other night to do a workout with some friends. While they set up for some sprint intervals, I settled in to a slightly longer warm up so I could tackle some stair repeats. As I walked the track I watched my friend Michelle putting in a big effort on her sprints. Michelle's lost over 100 pounds and kept it off over the last 5 years. As she ran her intervals,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/8475054538694638665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=8475054538694638665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/8475054538694638665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/8475054538694638665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/08/duality.html' title='Duality'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-166538146885263508</id><published>2009-07-31T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:10:05.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Know</title><summary type='text'>"It's not always the fact that you need to learn more, or learn new stuff.  A huge component of getting results either as a trainer or trainee is properly applying what you already know." - Mike Robertson, Robertsontrainingsystems.comWhat do you know?Do you know that you need to eat better? Workout harder? Stop making excuses? Look for reasons to succeed, not reasons to fail?You know what's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/166538146885263508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=166538146885263508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/166538146885263508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/166538146885263508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-do-you-know.html' title='What Do You Know'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-7509597636606265764</id><published>2009-07-26T21:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:23:20.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Full of Can</title><summary type='text'>A Life Full of Can-This weekend I decided to start reassembling my mountain bike. It was broken into easy to ship components when I moved back in March. It's since been sitting in one of my closets. I've used this bike for the last several years as an exercise bike. It hasn't gotten much road work. Now there's work that would need to be done in order to get road worthy, and for that a visit to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/7509597636606265764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=7509597636606265764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/7509597636606265764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/7509597636606265764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-full-of-can.html' title='Life Full of Can'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-3048888397262265871</id><published>2009-07-16T19:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:38:48.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtyard</title><summary type='text'>Courtyard-There's nothing quite so nice as being able to sit out front of your door enjoying the breeze of a late spring evening. It's something I missed living in DC. An eight story apartment complex with no balcony isn't conducive to sitting outside. Here it's me sitting on my new deck chair with the Minions of Chaos and Destruction rolling around on the concrete and feeling the breeze cross </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/3048888397262265871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=3048888397262265871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/3048888397262265871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/3048888397262265871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/07/courtyard.html' title='Courtyard'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-8242957667840137345</id><published>2009-07-11T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:41:01.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstop</title><summary type='text'>In the game of baseball, backstop typically refers to the high fence or screen located behind the catcher. The purpose of the backstop is to stop a missed catch from rolling away from the catcher. The catcher is responsible for every ball that comes his way. He's also responsible for ensuring that a run doesn't score either. It's a very demanding position with little room for error. In baseball </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/8242957667840137345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=8242957667840137345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/8242957667840137345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/8242957667840137345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/07/backstop.html' title='Backstop'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-1848638705782166424</id><published>2009-06-19T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:54:57.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dreamed a Dream (Why Susan Boyle Matters Part II)</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0                         MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Nimbus Roman No9 L";  mso-font-alt:"Times New Roman";  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"DejaVu Sans";  mso-font-charset:0;  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/1848638705782166424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=1848638705782166424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/1848638705782166424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/1848638705782166424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dreamed-dream-why-susan-boyle-matters.html' title='I Dreamed a Dream (Why Susan Boyle Matters Part II)'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-7611473267239452638</id><published>2009-06-12T14:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:46:31.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Line Between Responsibilty and Excuse</title><summary type='text'>A critical component to learning how to transform your body and life is accepting responsibility for your actions. Frequently it's a lifetime of poor decisions that have lead you to the point you are at now. Bad food decisions, decisions not to exercise, and a host of other miscues have brought you to this point.Accepting personal responsibility for conduct is HUGE. Learning to accept that YOU </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/7611473267239452638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=7611473267239452638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/7611473267239452638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/7611473267239452638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/06/line-between-responsibilty-and-excuse.html' title='The Line Between Responsibilty and Excuse'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-7646573279668477450</id><published>2009-06-01T19:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:22:43.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Susan Boyle Matters</title><summary type='text'>Why is Susan Boyle an international phenomenon? The matronly Scotswoman has taken the globe by storm after her first audition on iTV's “Britan's Got Talent”.  Since her April 11, 2009 audition, millions around the world have logged on to YouTube to listen to a simply mind blowing performance. The woman, who could easily be any one's mother, stepped onto the stage as nothing remarkable to look at.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/7646573279668477450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=7646573279668477450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/7646573279668477450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/7646573279668477450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-susan-boyle-matters.html' title='Why Susan Boyle Matters'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-765758769515569155</id><published>2009-05-30T12:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:04:48.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups and Downs</title><summary type='text'>Into every life uphills and downhills must fall. In no case is this more true than when visiting the National Zoo in Washington DC. The grounds were laid out by legendary American landscape  architect Fredrick Law Olmstead. Olmstead believed in creating natural environments where you designed in harmony with the natural surroundings, not against them. At the time he worked, this was revolutionary</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/765758769515569155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=765758769515569155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/765758769515569155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/765758769515569155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/05/ups-and-downs.html' title='Ups and Downs'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-2846035046871780256</id><published>2009-05-17T14:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:39:58.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Control vs Power</title><summary type='text'>Over the last several weeks I've noticed the return of a feeling I enjoy.Now you may think that feeling is one of control. After all, moving is a very chaotic experience. It ranks up there on the list of things that most of us don't enjoy. I've had more than one friend comment on how out of control a move can make them feel.In the world of weight oriented fitness, control is often set out at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/2846035046871780256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=2846035046871780256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/2846035046871780256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/2846035046871780256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/05/control-vs-power.html' title='Control vs Power'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-4095479294361241760</id><published>2009-05-17T14:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:57:36.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshots in Time</title><summary type='text'>It's funny to go back and find some of these old blog entries. I can remember those moments so clearly as I read back.Over the last few years I've gotten good at blogging my thoughts and sharing them. But it was sharing them in a smaller setting. I've been considering moving to a larger medium for a bit now.  Funny thing to realize that I have the perfect place to start putting my thoughts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/4095479294361241760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=4095479294361241760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/4095479294361241760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/4095479294361241760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2009/05/snapshots-in-time.html' title='Snapshots in Time'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-113310220307347078</id><published>2005-11-27T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T09:36:43.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Weeks and Counting</title><summary type='text'>I'm in the final stretch. The last 4 weeks of my Challenge cycle. I finish up Christmas Eve. That's really kind of cool when you think about it. :)Today was about overcoming adversity on the fly. I added in Ab Bootcamp to my regular cardio workout. One tiny little problem. My plan to use a swiss ball for back extensions went boom. The ball wasn't inflated enough, and due to my apartment </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/113310220307347078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=113310220307347078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/113310220307347078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/113310220307347078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2005/11/four-weeks-and-counting.html' title='Four Weeks and Counting'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-113190570473678784</id><published>2005-11-13T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T13:15:04.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Injury</title><summary type='text'>You will be going along, things are fine, them BAM. Injury comes out of nowhere and sidelines you. Knees, Back and Shoulder. The bane of weightlifters everywhere.My knee is sprained. It's frusterating me to no end. I like being active, I like moving. I like doing things. It's hard when you lose the mobility. My legs are sore and tired every day after work. The floors at work do not help.I hate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/113190570473678784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=113190570473678784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/113190570473678784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/113190570473678784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2005/11/injury.html' title='Injury'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-113102896472277875</id><published>2005-11-03T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T09:42:44.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>52 Days</title><summary type='text'>I have 52 days to get things right. Every day is a new start. Every day I have the chance to make myself better, stronger, healthier, and more confident.The past is past. Failures of yesterday don't matter. What matters is today, now, this moment in time.  What am I doing TODAY to change myself into the person I know I can be?I knew on some level that moving back to DC, dealing with the ghosts of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/113102896472277875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=113102896472277875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/113102896472277875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/113102896472277875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2005/11/52-days.html' title='52 Days'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-113072995686042351</id><published>2005-10-30T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:39:16.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Dream</title><summary type='text'>We underestimate the power of dreams.Three years ago, a dream motivated me to uproot the life I'd built for myself. I was happy, becoming financially secure, fit, motivated, and believed I could do anything. That dream gave me the power to move mountains. The question is, can I find it in me to dream again? Can I find the power to move the mountain I have before me?Can I?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/113072995686042351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3742523&amp;postID=113072995686042351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/113072995686042351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/113072995686042351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-dream.html' title='To Dream'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-81478287</id><published>2002-09-11T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T18:58:41.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I woke today with no desire to work out what so ever. I'm tired, and my spirit is weary. It's been a battle at work for the last two weeks. I've been in several confrontations with my boss where I've needed to be at the top of my game to avoid a disaster. My work schedule this week is shifted and I find myself with 2 days off in the middle of the week. Yesterday was a fight to get to the gym. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/81478287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/81478287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/81478287'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-81218925</id><published>2002-09-05T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T23:14:37.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Attitude is key to making a successful transformation in any area of your life. This week, mine has frankly sucked. As I step on to the treadmill I think back on the work week I've had. I managed to drag my attitude up from the cellar and end on a positive note. But it's not enough. I fall into the familiar rhythm of my run; thud, thud, breathe, thud, thud, breathe. I don't want to be here. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/81218925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/81218925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/81218925'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-80992301</id><published>2002-09-01T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-01T10:22:13.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3am on a Sunday. Time to pause and reflect on the past week. Time to ponder the future, what I could be, what I want to be. There's not much time for that though. Right now I have to focus on where I am. I've always had trouble focusing. My attention span resembles that of a gnat due to a learning disorder. I've struggled with it my whole life. When I was young I would squirm and wiggle in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/80992301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/80992301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/80992301'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-80961062</id><published>2002-08-31T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T12:51:39.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday August 29, 2002I'm used to having the gym mostly to myself. During the beginning of the week I work out at 3am. It's quiet, and I can reflect on things while I do cardio. The end of the week is a different game. It's 8am and I'm in a crowded, noisy room trying to focus. I find a treadmill off in the corner. I have a clear line of sight to the mirror on the opposite wall. I put on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/80961062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/80961062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/80961062'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-80961022</id><published>2002-08-31T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T12:52:03.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday August 25, 20023:30 in the morning on a Sunday. It's cool and damp as I walk into the gym. Not a soul is there but the cleaning man and the front desk clerk. I start off my morning cardio and let my mind drift. Why do I quit? I've spent my whole life starting things, then quitting. Why? As I pick up the pace, I flip through my mental files. I think back to grade school, middle school, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/80961022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/80961022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/80961022'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742523.post-80960984</id><published>2002-08-31T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T12:52:29.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday Aug 20,2002It's early morning. Dawn is slowly creeping across the National Mall. The Capitol Building stands watch behind me as a run down the path past the American History museum. The air is warm; telling me today is going to be another scorcher. Sweat rolls down my back, staining my blue shirt from the rescue squad I volunteer for. In my hip bag, I can feel my PD badge bouncing up in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blemt.blogspot.com/feeds/80960984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/80960984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3742523/posts/default/80960984'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854037005313357008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
