Been researching on how to lean up for the upcoming Century Tuna Superbods competition (YES, I WILL be joining) and I tell you this thing is complicated.  There are more figures involved than when getting an insurance quote.  I tell you, you need an accountant when you try to figure out just how much protein you’re supposed to eat every few hours, and a chemist to tell you what foods have the macro nutrients you need.

The worst thing?  It’s not sustainable.  You can be lean permanently, but to keep the six pack on?  Impossible.  Live for the moment, eh?

For some reason, people really like Barney Stintson from the series How I Met Your Mother.  I don’t get it.  In real life, the guy is what women would call a jerk, and what guys would call.. well, let’s not go there.  For some reason though, Neil Patrick Harris pulls it all off.  The cigars, the cheap tricks, he makes it all work.

That series should be called Doogie Howser is awesome.  Because he really is.

Anyway, when I get home, I am going to lift weights!  I’ve told my GF often enough today, so now I’ve got to follow through with it.