In 1938, arguably the biggest badass in the field of psychology came into this world. If you’re up with your psychology you know that wasn’t Sigmund Freud. Instead it’s a guy who isn’t near as well known, but is responsible for developments that impact your life every single New Year.
Over the course of the past 15 days or I’ve watched roughly 50 hours of television. That sentence alone makes me seem like a complete degenerate who doesn’t have his shit together, but you don’t understand.
I got sucked into the pop culture phenomenon that is Game Of Thrones. Game Of Thrones is quite possibly the biggest hit in television at the moment. It’s a fantasy series full of dragons, zombies, politics, and lots of beheadings. In short, all things that I love.
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.