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Cindy Hales is a fucking psycho

The Seattle News has an interesting article on grappler and MMA fighter Cindy Hales. Cindy is only 2-1 in MMA but has a pretty impressive BJJ resume. The only problem: she’s managed to kick the shit out of herself over the years to the point where she’ll be unable to compete at all if she’s not careful. The 5 page article has about a dozen individual warning signs that Hales is over-training, but I think the following segment on how she cut down from 145 to 115 pounds for a fight probably sums her insanity up best:

To make weight, Hales went on a 500-calorie-a-day diet and began taking human chorionic gonadotropin, a hormone found in pregnant women that some believe enables the body to release stored fat. For six weeks, her daily diet was as follows: one serving of fruit for breakfast (e.g., an apple, an orange, or six strawberries), 3.5 ounces of lean meat and 3.5 ounces of vegetables (usually broccoli or lettuce) for lunch, and 3.5 ounces of lean meat and one serving of fruit for dinner.

To keep herself hydrated, she drank lots of water and Crystal Light. To keep herself from keeling over, she took phentermine, a stimulant that helps with weight loss, and limited her training to 30 minutes a day. (Smackgirl didn’t test for performance-enhancing drugs, though many American outfits test for and prohibit the use of phentermine.)

Through it all, she worked full time managing the warehouse at Redapt Systems, an Eastside tech company. “People at work thought I was dying,” Hales recalls. Her mother, Normandie Hales, says her daughter “looked like a walking skeleton.”

At the weigh-in, Hales tipped the scales “in a tiny bathing suit” at 114 ½ pounds, just eight ounces below the limit. Having lost roughly 25 pounds in six weeks, she immediately bolted for her hotel room, hoping to restore lost fluids and strength with a last-minute IV. But she was thwarted by the effects of her crash diet.

“I was so skinny, my veins were collapsing,” she recalls. “I was spewing blood all over the hotel room.” After six attempts, she gave up, leaving her arms covered in large bumps from burst veins. Instead, she replenished in the conventional manner, stuffing herself with bagels, chocolate protein bars, fruit, and meat, washing it down with the sport drink Cytomax.

I really don’t get it … there’s a big difference between working / training / fighting hard and fucking killing yourself. Cindy has a laundry list of terrible injuries from fractured bones to a blown knee to ruptured spinal discs. Seriously, I saw someone on an episode of Grey’s Anatomy with similar symptoms and that character died like 10 minutes into the episode. This chick needs to learn how to R-E-L-A-X.

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