Late last week, I had a client tell me the following: "My friend in Weight Watchers told me I'm not supposed to eat a banana and an apple on the same day." 

I laughed, and pressed the issue of why?  Why would a banana and an apple - yes, on the same day - be bad for you?  "Because it's too much sugar."

I mean, it's OK.  We all make mistakes.  For example, when I was younger, I thought the proper name for our glutes was "bootyus maximus." (LOL, I was adorable.) 

Even though we're about 11 hours from it being officially #mancrushmonday (which, for the record, is every Monday), it's probably no surprise that I've already seen the new Magic Mike trailer.

Yes, I saw the first one.  And yes, it was me asking Lindsay to go see it.  And no, I haven't been practicing my dance moves in the mirror (ok, maybe a wee bit).

While I'm not as excited as when I saw "Snakes on a Plane" on opening night in 2007 - you can tell I have great taste in movies - the success of Magic Mike at the box office makes me think of two points:  1) Most guys wish they could dance like Channing Tatum and 2) no one would be displeased if they woke up tomorrow with a great set of abzzz.  And, while I can't help you with the former, I can definitely outline how to obtain the latter.

This week's topic is pretty unsexy.  In fact, it's just about as unsexy as today's birthday boy, Hugh Hefner.

On that note: can anyone tell me what the deal is with his robe and sailor hat?  I mean, the guy IS 89 years old....but also has a degree in psychology.  If that's not ironic, I don't know what is.

Creepiness aside, a few weeks ago I had a brief conversation with one of my coworkers that went a lil' something like this:

Do you remember the Y2K scare?  I'll be honest, I don't really.  Of course, that's probably because I was in the 8th grade and wayyyy to into professional wrestling to give a hoot about anything else.  And, I was also fresh off my role as "Elvis," the emcee in my 8th grade Cabaret.

Before we go any further, let me answer your questions: 1) No, I no longer follow professional wresting (thank GOD it was a phase).  2) Yes, there is video evidence of me as Elvis somewhere in my parents' house.  It was actually the same show where I lip synced to "I Want It That Way" by the Backstreet Boys. And, I....I think I've said too much.

Back to the topic at hand, the Y2K scare made the entire world think doomsday was right around the corner.  And, had it not been for some foresight and work by people like my Dad - who was actually working in the World Trade Center on the night of December 31, 1999 - Y2K could have been a big deal.  (And yes, he stopped working there a few months before IT happened)

As you all know, I love lifting heavy things.  But beyond my tough exterior, I also like to think there's a softer, gentler side - I was a ball of tears when watching "The Fault in Our Stars;" I'm a sucker for Puggle and Shiba Inu puppies; I also love long walks on the beach.

Just kidding, I hate long walks.  And the beach.

Nonetheless, I wanted to share that there's more to me than JUST deadlifts (plus, being able to deadlift over 500 pounds creates a safety net for me to share my softer side.)  Why?  Because this week's post is about - you guessed it - deadlifts.