How to Get Ripped — Putting it All Together

How to Get Ripped — Putting it All Together

 Information is cool. But execution is what matters. If losing fat were as simple as having access to information we’d all be ripped. Especially the dorks arguing on Facebook about when to start drinking their “peri-workout” drink. Instead, the average gym goer is, well, fat. Or skinny-fat. Or just plain physically shitty, with a cupboard full of lousy supplements and an ass like Donald Trump....

Lose Fat by Building Muscle

Lose Fat by Building Muscle

How do you exercise or “train” to lose bodyfat? Well, you’ve got options, Tiger. But first let’s back up a bit. In my first blog in this fat loss mini-series I covered “why” you should get lean. Specifically, how understanding and embracing “why” makes the whole fat loss process much easier. It’s an often-overlooked step, so if you haven’t read it please start there. Then I covered how to eat to...

7 Big Rocks of Fat Loss

7 Big Rocks of Fat Loss

With fat loss, the truth is out there. That’s an understatement. The truth is right in front of you. Always has been. Yet most people can’t see it. Or at least refuse to see it. And fewer still can stick with it. Hopefully that’s about to change. My last post described many of the obvious and not so obvious reasons to get lean. For those on the fence about dialing in, it was about discovering...

10 Reasons It’s Better to be Lean, Bro

10 Reasons It’s Better to be Lean, Bro

Every guy should try to get lean. Normally I avoid “shoulding” on people. It’s your body -- do whatever the hell you want with it. The last thing the world needs is some jag-off fitness blogger telling you how much bodyfat is acceptable. Although, if I may speak from experience: if you’re a dude and a lifter – and especially if you call yourself (gasp) a bodybuilder – you owe it to yourself to...

42 Tips for More Muscle, Less Fat, and More Fun

42 Tips for More Muscle, Less Fat, and More Fun

Another year in the books. Forty-two fucking years old. The big 4-2. The Jackie Robinson. At my party there were 42 candles on the cake. Enough to set off the smoke alarms. At first I thought it was a joke, but when none of the first responders were females in clear heels and plastic red fire helmets I knew it wasn’t going to be that kind of party. Oh well. I normally don’t do birthday blogs...