The “Judgment Free Zone”…Yeah, OKAY.

Planet Fitness, We all know the slogan, right? It’s the “Judgment Free Zone”, and it’s made for those who just want to get “fit” and “firm up” for beach season. I’ve never been personally, but I’m going to guess the type of person that goes there. In my opinion, it’s usually filled with “fair-weather” “New Years Resolution” tools, who rather than picking up cast iron and dumbbells, they pick up Big Macs and Busch Light cans. Not a bad lifestyle if you’re into looking like a pasty white blob come summer time. However not a good one if you actually want to gain mass, lose weight, cut fat, or achieve whatever the Hell your goal is for getting ladies/men at the beach.

I see the commercials for this “judgment free zone” all the time. And I’ve noticed something in all of them: They target the people who lift hard, heavy, and who are bigger than your average Planet Bitchness clown. Every commercial is the same:

- “Do you need your abs to count 6?” Then Planet Fitness is not the gym for you

- “Do you drink creatine out of a gallon jug?” Then Planet Fitness is not the gym for you

- “Do you grunt when you lift heavy weight?” “Then Planet Fitness is not the gym for you

-” Is your BMI higher than your IQ?” “Then Planet Fitness is not the gym for you”

Listen, I’m all for a clean workout environment. I personally hate when I hear meatheads slam weights on purpose, grunt excessively, and even scream just to draw attention to themselves. They are the reason why recreational and professional bodybuilders have such a hard stereotype to break. But don’t judge every “big” guy that you see and put him in that category of “tool”.

I was talking to some guy who literally got kicked out of Planet Fitness because he walked in with a muscle tank-top on and a gallon jug of amino acids in his arm. Now, he wasn’t even in there for 5 minutes, and they told him “Sir, this isn’t the type of gym for you”. Yes, he was on the “jacked” side of the spectrum, but don’t you think he deserved to take his workout before they “JUDGED” him like that? I mean it would be like me watching a deathly scrawny kid go to the gym and saying “Listen bitch, you’re outta your element”. I would be viewed as an asshole, or even worse a “tool”. So what’s the difference between that guy behind the counter at Planet Fitness and my scenario? NOTHING.

I see the guys that go there too. They’re the type of guys that think their massive because they have a 6-pack from being so underweight. They’re the type of d-bags that run and do only “body-weight” training. They’re the type of clowns that read Men’s Health and think they know what’s up in the gym. They’re the tools that wear nut-hugging spandex pants with the idea in mind that it makes them more aerodynamic on the elliptical.

Yes, Planet Fitness has a lot of beautiful and fit women there that can be admired and even used as workout motivation, but how can you be motivated when your success is restricted? The dumbbells only go up to 65 lbs from what I hear, and to boot, they cut their bars so you’re limited to the amount of weight that goes on there! What kind of an establishment limits their customers? I’ll tell you where, only at the “Judgment Free Zone”.

And for the Christmas season, I give you this Christmas Tree back pose.
Gimmie some of dat!

And for the Christmas season, I give you this Christmas Tree back pose.

Gimmie some of dat!

It’s 2:07 AM and I Just Watched “She’s Out of Your League”

First of all, I’m pretty sure I have insomnia. I think it’s because I’m not used to having all of this free-time on my hands, so I just watch stupid, unrealistic movies to fill the void of The Citadel.

Anyway I was watching the movie and after I said to myself, this is probably the most unrealistic movie I have ever seen. The plot of the movie is flawed with reality that it makes Little Mermaid look like a non-fiction documentary with Oprah as the narrator.

A guy. unattractive, uneducated, and under-employed lands a girl that is a total Slampiece. AND GET THIS: SHE IS IN LOVE WITH HIM.

I know, it’s only a movie, but c’mon. The real world is not like that. Bombshells just don’t fall head over heels in love with a total zero.

“But it’s love, and it shouldn’t matter about good-looks, or money”… wrong.

Consider me an asshole, but in most cases good-looks matter and yes, money in fact does make the world go round. Don’t try to tell yourself otherwise, because that would just make you look like a naive sorry SOB.

Good-looks are at least 80% of a relationship, and money can buy just about anything, especially in a state of recession.

Hollywood just made an unrealistic underdog story to give society the feeling like “hey maybe the world CAN be genuine and love people for who they are”…but that’s not how things work.

Yeah, I’m a total douchebag, but I’m at the point where I straight up do not care about anyone’s opinions. I’m that bodybuilding obsessed, over-opinionated guy on Tumblr. Embrace it, or GTFO

Having a pump is like having sex. I train two, sometimes three times a day. Each time I get a pump. It’s great. I feel like I’m coming all day.” - Arnold Schwarzenegger

What’s Good?

So, I’m Georgia with my good Citadel buddy Spencer Maxwell. Usually when you think of on “break”/ “visiting a friend” you would think that there is no time for lifting.

WRONG!

I blasted my Chest, Triceps, and Shoulders yesterday and my Back, Biceps today… killin’ it? Yes.

I shall be back in Milford on the 18th…hoooah? yes!

Holla at the Milford Tournament Boys… want it, get it, tear it apart.

I ordered 110 dollars worth of supplements to my home and they will be arriving when I get back…do any of you know what that means?

1. I will be probably have a supplement orgasm upon seeing the package.

2. YOU GUYS CANNOT HAVE ANY!

3. Get pumped, because if you’re not, then you’re absolutely UNAMERICAN.

DUECES YALL!

(who woulda thought a little ol’ Yankee could be Southern?)

I don’t think Matisyahu intended his song “One Day” to be featured in a bodybuilding video montage, but it’s sooo friggin’ motivational!

I’ll try to write on this at least two times a week.

I’ve been hitting the books pretty hard, so it’s kind of taking up the time I would be spending on tumblr. Over break you (my few followers), will be updated about every gain, every supplement, every douchebag that I hate that I will experience.

Tumblr is pretty cool. It’s not as lame as formspring.com because clowns can be d-bags. I got sick of it, despite the cool comments you guys left me on the reg.

This is just easier and drama free…

Bodybuilder of the Day: Mikey Matarazzo

Arms like you read about.

Keep It Real, buddy.