I don’t like being told what to do (just ask my wife). I know, big shock.
But what you might be surprised to learn is I’m not particularly fond of telling other people what to do either – unless they want (pay) me to.
But dontcha just love it when the government tells you what to do? I’m not talking about “please don’t stab people” or stop at a red light. I’m talking about stuff that is none of their business. Or is it?
The Man
I have issues (don’t we all). Too many to list, but one in particular has to do with goals.
As of now I have nothing coming up. No event like a wedding, reunion or photoshoot or anything like that and that is a problem.
I, like many, have a problem when there is not a definitive goal set. Whether it be to look good by a certain date or to get down to X size.
When I have no definitive goal things start to slip. It is far easier to justify a handful of this or a bite of that. Likewise it is much easier to skip out on workouts when there is no prize to shoot for.
Note: It has been a while since I have posted an actual workout. Lest you all think I have lost my workout chops and am now nothing more than an amazingly clever and incredibly entertaining writer, I thought I would give you and idea of what I have been up to workout wise. Enjoy.
I should just start off by saying that I wasn’t thinking, not really. It just seemed like a good idea at the time, and there was no other reason- good, bad or as it turns out, evil.
I am talking about my most recent workouts.
Right now most of the world is making a big deal about this guy named Michael Phelps. Something about some swimming medals. Apparently a lot of medals.
But his aquatic dominance is not the only thing making a splash in the papers… his reported 12,000 calorie diet has been making some serious waves. (I think 2 puns in one sentence deserves some applause, don’t you? Regardless I’ll stop.)
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Josh’s Note: The following posting is by a special guest, my wife Denyse Carter.
Denyse’s Note: I wrote the following in response to the many nice things my husband writes about and does for me and to show him, that yes, I do take an interest in his work 
As the first lady of Carter Fitness, I am often asked “What’s it like being a trainer’s wife?” My usual response is to say that, contrary to what they may imagine, it’s a fairly typical existence. But recently I reflected on this question, truly thought about what they might be getting at.
(borrowing the title from the Queen of All Media, Perez Hilton)
It was in fact the mighty Perez Hilton who brought this to my attention. As cool as the Olympics are, it is actually kinda difficult to find what you want to see.
Weight lifting is one of the safest sports around, but there are still accidents.
I think I first heard the following quote from noted strength coach Eric Cressey, and I think he was quoting someone else. In any event it goes something like this:
The title makes it sound like I need a special cream or salve. Maybe I do, but that is not what I am talking about.
Every 4 years the Olympics roll around. And every time I get the itch.
I think to myself, there must be one sport I could do in the Olympics. There just must be. Each time I get a little but older and the hope fades a touch, but I still hold on to the dream: Dreaming of scratching the itch.
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