It may be time to slow down the 70's big experiment. I'm getting to be about as big as I think I will get (in some aspects) and strength progression seems to be grinding. I mean, in less than two weeks, unless there's a hitch, I'll be squatting 365#x3x5. That kind of progress can't continue forever. Eventually, more complicated programming is needed with a slower rate of progression, which also requires less fuel to keep it going. I'm still, of course, trying to be 70's big, I just may need a lot less milk. At that point, it also becomes appropriate to try to cut back the fat a little, too. Slowing down a bit is also a good idea because, apparently, my cholesterol is a little high. Am considering whether to try to move down to the 231# weight class for competition. And doing just a little bit of running in the mornings. Just a little.

In other news, I cleaned an easy 225# on Friday. Huzzah. Then yesterday I was powercleaning 195# for sets across. I really like the olympic lifts.

I'm going downtown like a bass machine. Going to Chicago like a bass machine.

Reposted from BlueOregon's diary so my wife sees it: homeopathic bomb.

I'm going to Chicago to party with Oprah.

I like my wife. I like beer. To give my wife beer, you have to be careful. Dark, heavy stuff is good, but it can't be overwhelmingly dark. It needs some delicacy. Porters work well, as do some stouts, but the richer stouts that I like are too much. I like everything from Southern Tier that I have ever had. We tried their porter recently and it was most excellent.