“I Wanted To See If I Could”
In some ways, I find this story about a man eating a 15lb hamburger absolutely disgusting.
But on the other hand, I have to give Brad Sciullo credit for daring to show his carnivore-pride to such an extreme degree. I don’t know about you, but I think Mr. Sciullo should be given lifetime membership to PETA as part of his prize package.
Just One More Debate – PLEASE!!!
During the VP debate, Sarah Palin talked about “Joe Six-Pack”.
Last night, McCain and that other guy referenced “Joe the plumber” (many times).
If we can squeeze just one more debate out of this year’s election cycle, I have no doubt someone will finally mention “Morning Cup Of Joe” and my blog traffic will skyrocket. This will result in millions thousands a handful of new readers being exposed to my take of all-things-fitness and our world will be a better place.
Now who wants my vote?
Beer: The Ultimate Salad Dressing
Ok, so maybe it’s not. But it sure makes for a catchy blog post title, huh?
(Take THAT, Leigh Peele!)
Actually, on second thought, if there is anyone who knows of even the haziest bit of research suggesting the benefits of pouring an ice-cold beer on your veggies, I’d love to take a look at it (I might just be willing to sacrifice my body to science as a test subject, too!).
We’re All A Bunch Of Idiots
I’m speaking on behalf of the mainstream fitness industry* – certainly not myself (seeing as this is MY blog, it only makes sense that I’m granted diplomatic immunity against any personal or professional critique) – but since I’m the one making the following observation, I hereby appoint myself Grand High Exalted Mystic Ruler and speaker of the house.
So anyway, our…er… I mean the fitness industry’s* collective idiocy stems from the fact that they keep trying to get John Q. Public to get onboard the so-called “fitness bandwagon”. As history continues to demonstrate, this approach just ain’t cuttin’ the mustard.
A better strategy would be to kick everyone OFF the bandwagon. Make ‘em push the darned thing. Drag it. Carry it. Run in front of it. Just don’t let ‘em plop their increasingly lazy butts on it expecting to be shuttled off to some magical land called Fitness.
* by mainstream fitness industry, I’m referring mainly to crappy infomercial gadgetry and celebrity “fitness gurus” who suggest their products make weight loss “easy”. A growing number of under-the-radar private trainers & coaches actually ‘get’ that fitness requires effort well beyond that which the marketing slicksters would have you believe. These are the people you need to start listening to. Capice?
POP! Goes The Workout
Pop Star = Fitness Expert?
Britney may have re-claimed her status as a hottie, but shouldn’t her trainer be the one making workout videos?
And didn’t Scary Spice get her body back by competing on “Dancing with the Stars”?
It’s not that I’m bitter about non-professionals profiting from something they don’t really understand. It’s just that I’m a little upset Wayne Newton still hasn’t released his ‘top secret’ workout program.
Open Up And Say “Ahhhhhh”
Tired of endless squats & lunges? Maybe these morsels of information will help you stop focusing on the size of your thighs…
According to this study, your big, fat tongue could contribute to sleep disordered breathing (SDB).
This website suggests observation of a tongue can provide insight to the state of your health, from your ears right down to your rectum (damn near killed ‘em!).
Since we’re on the subject of tongues, I found a site that claims to boost your speech skills through a series of exercises.
And while I like to think I’m fairly adventurous in an epicurean sort of way, the very first sentence of this recipe gives me reason to reconsider my carniverous tendencies.
(quite a cunning linguist, aren’t I?)
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to put my tongue on the treadmill.
“Let Them Eat Cake” she said…
If E really does equal mc(squared), “c” obviously represents “cake”.
My sister came up from ‘da region about a week ago armed with a treat I haven’t had in years.
Where we come from, it’s known as “ATOMIC CAKE” (presumably because your bathroom scale has a tendency to blow up after you eat it). It’s probably a good thing I haven’t been able to find it anywhere outside of our hometown.
Could THIS be what Einstein was searching for?
The Cake That Killed Fitness
Authorities are still searching for the missing piece of cake. According to eye-witnesses, there is reason to believe it’s currently located somewhere around my belly.
Mmmmmmm… now back to my regularly scheduled workout.
New and Improved Home Gym Guide
If you haven’t already downloaded my “Ultimate Home Gym Guide” (version 1), you still have time to get it for free – though if you’re a regular reader of “The Cup”, I can’t imagine you don’t already have it.
Now that I’m settling in to life in Grand Rapids, I’ll finally be able to put the finishing touches on Version 2 (NOT a freebie) in the next couple of weeks.
Send me your questions about designing, purchasing, maintaining or getting most out of YOUR ultimate home gym before I wrap up Ver.2 and I’ll be happy to email you a copy as a gift. Questions must be in before Oct 31, 2008.
-JS-
BTW, you may remember the pics of my basement gym in Delaware… here’s my new garage gym in Michigan (definitely gonna have to put a heater in for winter!):
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Best part about having a gym in the garage is that I have direct and immediate access to the outdoors for sled-dragging, farmers-walks and other dynamic/agility work that just won’t “fit” indoors. (plus, my neighbors seem to enjoy the show)
UPDATE: One more pic using a better camera…
"Mighty" Joe Stankowski
