Are we all doomed by our genes? Are doctors secretly plotting against us? Find out!
Fitness is a quality that is context-dependent. Our notion of fitness (thanks to the work of Kenneth Cooper, father of the modern aerobic movement) is the marathon runner, the endurance athlete who is ultra lean, purged of any mass which is not directly responsible for propelling the body forward. “Fitness models” proliferate in the popular […]
Can you be fat and fit? Let’s start by understanding why “fat” might be used as a proxy for “unfit” in the first place.
Recently archaeologists made an amazing discovery. Buried amongst stone figurines of women with beauteous thighs was a sacred document. This document contained cosmic truths and wisdom which were intended to show the True Way to the worshipers of the Goddess of Sq’waht. I have faithfully reprinted those writings here.
“Oh my god, Becky, look at her butt. It is soooo big. She looks like one of those rap guys’ girlfriends… They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute, OK? I mean her butt — It’s just so big. I can’t believe it’s so round. It’s just out there. I mean, it’s gross.” –Sir Mix-A-Lot, Baby Got Back
When a woman attacks another woman, all she really proves is that she hates herself. –Erica Jong
I often get emails or see trainees who are frustrated and pissed off. They aren’t achieving their goals and they tell me they have “tried everything”. They’re about ready to throw in the towel on exercise and nutrition. They feel that nothing is working. They start to buy into the idea that “diets don’t work so there’s no point in trying”. I was that person… once. Like everyone else I had a gift for massive self delusion.
In over a decade of experience as a trainer and someone on the journey of physical culture what I have discovered is that human perception has only a loose connection to reality. We do not see ourselves — or others — as we really are.
Butch up. (verb) To develop a backbone or stiff upper lip; to quit whining and get on with life.
Allright possums, it’s tough love time. If you don’t like being nagged by a complete stranger, quit reading now. If you are comfortable still complaining about your body and making excuses for your life, then step away from the computer, and go sit in your own filth somewhere. I’m waiting.