Wowsa!  A LOT has happened this past week.  

First, the Boston area has been blanketed in snow - 40.5 inches in 7 days will do that to anyone. While it's not Buffalo, I'm now reneging on what I wrote last week about this snow not being a big deal.  Old Man Winter has obviously never had to deal with street parking, and the ridiculousness of saving your space by putting a lawn chair/garbage can/life-sized teddy bear in it. (In fact, I'd like to argue that these parking space shenanigans are literally the Tragedy of the Commons....just on a different scale.) 

In fact, I'm pretty sure the 3 year old in the following video accurately sums up New England's collective feeling towards this snow:

Before tackling this week's topic, I'd feel remiss if I didn't at least touch on the two feet of snow that was dumped on New England this past week.  Of course, the perks of living in the city were on full display for us, as we didn't lose power and almost everything we need is in walking distance.  Plus, mother nature is going to have to try a lot harder to keep me from the gym - after all, it was still a squat day.  

So, despite CNN treating this storm as the actual Snowpocalypse (and it kinda was for those on Nantucket), I'd classify it as only a minor annoyance.  In fact, the most annoying aspect of the storm was almost getting run over - both inside and outside - at Whole Foods.  But, despite those select individuals (I'm pretty sure their battle cry was "Give me kale or give me death!") the storm could be summed up with this quote by Massachusetts Governor, Charlie Baker:

This isn't the first time it's snowed in Massachusetts..

I'm in a nutritional state of mind this week, as I've been preparing for my second nutrition lecture: "Are All Calories Created Equal?" It'll be on Feburary 7th, at The Training Room in Somerville (Washington St) at 2 pm.  As last time, I promise to keep the references to Channing Tatum to a maximum, and the pictures of Richard Simmons to a minimum.

(But no promises.)

Anyway, as I type this post I have five different academic journals open in my browser (yes, I just counted). To say I'm geeking out on nutrition would be a slight understatement.  And besides all of those open tabs making my computer run a bit slower, I have to say, my powerpoint slides are going to kick some ass.  <-----The only thing that could make me sound more like a nerd would be if I actually said "Bazinga!!"

We all have secrets we like to keep close to the vest.  Maybe it's that we secretly love The Bachelor (sorry I'm not sorry); are slowly becoming a Patriots fan (5 years in Boston WILL do that, but the New York Giants will always be #1); or have some OCD-like tendencies (if you want some amusement, ask me about my superstitions when I was a pitcher)

But today, I'm revealing another secret that I usually keep pretty close to the vest:  I'm somewhat of a musical theater geek.  In fact, loooong before I discovered deadlifts, I was the lead in my high school musical. *Cue: Jazz Hands, annoying vocal warm-ups, and the "I've Gotta Crow" scene from 21 Jump Street*

Fact: the only thing that comes close to my insatiable appetite for heavy deadlifts, is my similar appetite for great 80's music.

And, my love for the 80's was on full display this past Saturday night as Lindsay and I were surrounded in an 80's cover band haze - Billy Joel, The Go Go's, The Bangles, and my personal favorite, Huey Lewis and the News.  I'd go so far to say that ol' Huey and I have an uncanny resemblance with our butt chins....the appeal of which cannot be denied.

Safe to say, I danced, wore my sunglasses at night, and quoted Back to the Future lines like they were the only English phrases I knew. (Roads?  Where we're going, we don't need.....roads.)