I like to think I'm a glass half full kind of guy.  Unless, of course, I'm A) trying to find something I've misplaced, B) making a Target run that will "only take 2 minutes," or C) find that an hour of my writing has instantly disappeared into an internet/blog writing black hole.  

And yes, that last one just happened. Damn you, interwebzzzzz!

ANYwho, I'm a firm believer that if you solidly put your mind to something - yes, pretty much anything - you can accomplish it.  Maybe I've read one too many self help books.  Or maybe I was cheerleader in a previous life, I'm not really sure. (<----And if I was, you can bet I was at the bottom of pyramid!)

I really enjoy training women.  In fact, they can be easier to train than guys because they A) are overly concerned with form/technique, B) tend to ask more questions, and C) can't stop bragging about their newfound strength.  In fact, when a female client tells me she was showing off her deadlift videos, or is able to fit into her "skinny" pair of jeans, I tend to react like this:

Maybe that title is a bit of an overstatement.  But, if you know me, you know I'm not a big believer in stretching your hamstrings (in fact, it's a point I've expanded upon here and here).

Now, I know what you're saying:

• "But, aren't we supposed to stretch?"
• "But it feels sooooo good!" (So does scratching a mosquito bite.  But are you supposed to? Facepalm.)
• "How will I ever be a supple leopard if I can't touch my toes?"

As anyone who's actually tight can tell you - and let's qualify that by saying that someone that can't bend over and touch their toes - stretching never helps...unless the goal of stretching is to make the "tight" people feel bad about themselves.  (<----I used to be one of them)

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.