I recently moved into a new place right in the heart of the Litte 5 Points/Candler Park neighborhoods in Atlanta. For those who don’t know, it’s a badass location. Little 5 Points is the bohemian center of Atlanta; full of artists, musicians, street murals, and other interesting characters. I wanted to move here because it reminded me of Austin, which remains my favorite city.
My apartment is a short little jaunt to bars, restaurants, coffee shops, parks, a golf course, and multiple city parks. It’s the balls.
A couple of months back I had one of those huge grocery shopping trips that is so incredibly awesome it gives you a half chub. One of those trips where you spend an exorbitant amount of money, and on the drive home immediately start thinking about all the various ways you can now start flexing your culinary muscle.
When I got home, I was immediately met with a challenge. I had a foe that we’ve all been faced with. There were, by my rough estimate, 33 grocery bags. Because I have yet to train my dog, Bowser, to carry groceries, this task fell on my shoulders.
33 bags. About 42.5 feet to the kitchen. That’s a lot of carrying.
Have you ever spent a night getting hot and heavy with two dudes named Ben and Jerry, only to wake up the next morning feeling disgusted with yourself? There are few things more frustrating in this world than dieting for a few weeks and because of just one night – BAM. You wake up the next morning and the scale is telling you that you’ve gained weight.
But when the scale tells you that you’ve gained weight, does that mean anything important? Have you actually gained body fat?
In reality, this isn’t the case. In what should be a “hallelujah” moment to dieters everywhere, it’s really freaking hard to gain body fat.
I grew up in a really small town, and went to a very small school. There were 68 kids in my graduating class. The same weight room I learned to lift in was the same weight room my Dad worked out in.
When I was 13 years old and in 7th grade I got my first taste of lifting. My friends and I used to walk into the gymnasium, and go up the stairs into an old and beat up weight room. The mirrors were dirty, the weights were old, the mats in the mat room were disgusting, and it was awesome.
In 1894, an election year, Grover Cleveland was faced with a serious dilemma. You see, in the late 1800’s the railroad industry was the hip place to be. It was the driving force of our economy. The railroad was like Silicon Valley on steroids.
Silicon Valley works well when most of the workers are happy and taken care of. The railroad was no different. Grover Cleveland realized this when the railroad workers went on strike because their wages were cut.
When the workers of your most valuable industry all decide to strike, that’s considered a problem. Enough of that, and the entire economy is shut down. Cleveland recognized this, and reacted in a way we wouldn’t really call level headed.
Howdy, people. Hope August treated you well. September is always a fantastic time because football season is right around the corner. Which means that my Saturday and Sunday are spent watching grown men hurl themselves into each other for my pleasure, and I love every minute of it.
I knocked out 5 books in August. All of them great reads in their own right. Check out my thoughts, and if you’re looking for any of them you’ll find a link to snag it should you choose to. Enjoy!
You might call me crazy, but I’m going to openly admit something to you guys.
I love swinging. To me, there’s nothing greater than swinging while I’m sweaty. Swinging heavy, and as hard as possible. I leave feeling like I’ve gotten something fantastic out of it, I’m a little euphoric, and I’ve almost always learned a little something about myself.
If you haven’t tried swinging, open up your mind and join me.