I'm not sure if you've heard, but next week is going to be kind of a big deal.

In only seven days, I'll be able to call Lindsay my wife, which is amazing and still pretty surreal.  We can't be happier about being able to share it with so many of our friends and family, and I figure there's a handful of things you can count on occurring:

-an incredible dance party, with at least a few country songs (but not THAT many)

-tears all around

-plenty of Midwestern charm

-me saying "I do"....unless I'm called again to be Tom Brady's naked body double in one of his new commercials. 

By the way, that's my second job.

As I publish this post, Lindsay and I are exactly 14 days, 1 hour and 52 minutes away from tying the knot....but who's counting!?

While there's still some work to do on the wedding, I'd like admit something: I'm nervous.

To clarify, I'm not nervous at all about marrying Lindsay (after all, that decision was made a long time ago)....but I am nervous about all the added attention the wedding will bring.  After all, I'm the guy that has refused to have any semblance of a birthday party for the past 18 years, because the introvert within me can't stand being the center of attention.

Of course, that statement sounds odd given that 1) I have a blog, 2) post videos of myself on YouTube, 3) was a college pitcher, and 4) was in a college a cappella group, as well as the male lead in my high school musical. *NERD ALERT*

Yup, you heard me.  Feel free to leave jokes and "Glee" references in the comments....just be prepared to be challenged to an overhead press or deadlift battle (your choice).

Besides listening to Nickleback, I'd venture to say the push-up is one of the most hated activities by both men and women.  I say that, of course, not as a dig at Chad Kroeger and his recent divorce from Avril Lavigne (which will undoubtedly give Avril fodder for at least 2 more albums)....but to state the obvious: Nickelback ruins Thanksgivings.  Sorry, but it's true.

Oh, and push-ups are pretty tough too.

Anyway, the push-up is not only a test of upper body strength, it's a measure of *total* body strength.  And, while I've written about this subject before, I realized that I left a few things to be desired.  

Plus, I now have a few additional readers than simply my immediate family.  (You're the best, Mom!!)

I'm a pretty big nerd.  I know, that's not a shocker to many of you (or....all of you) as my references to academic studies, jokes about the Prowler and the coefficient of friction, as well as my insatiable hunger for great 80's music have blown up my spot.

All that's to say that while I may dream of picking up 500 pounds, if you prick me, I'll still bleed from the barbell all the way back to my iPad filled with textbooks.

It comes as no surprise then that whenever I hear about an interesting, nerd-tastic study riddled with regression slopes and standard deviations, my ears perk up a lil' bit.  Such was the case a few days ago, when I came across this running related study that had an interesting message for anyone looking to lose weight by running - almost all of the runners in the study gained weight as they aged, regardless of their weekly mileage.  In fact, even if someone averaged 40 miles a week, they still packed on the pounds as the years went on.

You know the only way some runners actually lost weight?  That's right, more running....and they had to run at least twice or three times as many weekly miles as they had previously recorded.

There are a few things I'm not too fond of: astrology, personality tests, bicyclists that fail to abide by traffic laws, and "light" squats.  The reasons, of course, are that bicyclists can hurt themselves or others when they're not careful, heavy squats are time off purgatory (Catholic humor high five!), and astrology and personality tests can be somewhat arrogant.  After all, aren't we all different people?  For instance, I like to think that I'm a one-of-a-kind delicate, deadlifting snowflake. (That's gotta be some type of oxymoron).

However, I was pleasantly surprised when I took the Myers-Briggs personality test a few weeks ago.  Not only did reading the description of INTJ's really make sense to me, but I was shocked at how much I matched the description.  I learned that not only would I rather lift heavy things than talk about my feelings (and really, who wouldn't!?), but the following sentence really clicked with me: "INTJs know what they know, and perhaps still more importantly, they know what they don't know."

Where all of this extraneous blabber comes into play is in the field of nutrition. I don't know much about nutrition, but I do know how to help someone make better choices and overhaul their diet.  So, this week I wanted to lump together two thoughts I've been kicking around recently - the recent debate of carbs vs. fat, and why the term Superfood is really super rubbish.