The MusculoSpiritual System

23 Feb GMS

The way we treat our bodies can say a lot about us as people. In the Bible the body is described as a temple that houses the divine and should be treated as such. If that is the case, at least my temple is well insulated.

Buddha taught the importance of treating the body well in order for it to house an effective mind and spirit. John Mayer said “your body is a wonderland,” a belief that only he shares because it is dumb and makes no sense.

When I think about my body being a temple, I picture the Temple of Doom from the Indiana Jones movies.  Years of contact sports, illnesses, a sugar addiction, a taste for beer and an overall disdain for exercise have left the svelte, conditioned body of my youth far behind, huffing and puffing and stopping every 5 minutes to lay on the ground and catch its breath.

One would think that a person would need a strong brain (i.e. will power and self-determination) to manage a healthy lifestyle, constantly driving the body to exercise through pain and past life’s temptations to maintain an in-shape body. Yet I continue to see a lot of these ripped, jacked-up guys who have the personality of a soap dish and the IQ of a gold-fish working out at the gym, and I want to know why they can do it successfully and I cannot.

At first I believed the trick involved how someone looks at the mirror while they work out. In exercise physiology class at Miami University they taught the importance of proper exercise technique, using a mirror as an aid to help support safe and effective form. Because I never actually went to class I missed the specifics of the lecture, but I do not remember the final exam involving questions about the importance of do-rags, sunglasses (indoors) and cut-off shirts.

After watching the mirrors for a while the only thing I noticed was that everyone else was lifting a lot more weight than I was, and that I was the only person who was not fixated on my own reflection. This was partly because I had to watch other people use the workout machines before I took a turn because I did not know what half of them were intended to do.

This exercise really worked out my hang upside down muscles

The more I watched the more confident I became, that is, until I was yelled at for doing exercises on construction scaffolding that I thought was intended for some type of special pull-up (this did not actually happen, but I am not embarrassed to say that it very well could have happened if any construction had taken place.)

My wife has recently become excited about yoga, a form of exercise that is a brilliant mix of physical, mental, and spiritual flexibility. Although I would probably enjoy yoga greatly because I am extremely flexible in these categories, I cannot take part because my wallet is not flexible.

To clean my walls I simply put on my Swiffer wall-cleaning pants

Instead of reaching zen-like peace while staying fit at yoga with my wife, I have been relegated to lifting weights in our basement that smells like my cat’s butt. Unfortunately starting at the beginning is extremely depressing, primarily because I do not want to spend an hour a day in pain while also being reminded of how weak I have become.

This is why I had the Good Idea to create GoodIdea Muscle Systems, or GMS. This system takes the physical benefits of weight lifting and blends it with the positive mental strengthening and spirituality involved in yoga.

It is hard to tell but he is laughing at the contestants...And if he's not, he should be.

I managed to find this perfect balance by simply creating a weight system that uses grams instead of pounds, therefore creating the illusion that the user is lifting incredible amounts of weight. In this way the user will not feel self-conscious, and will eagerly show off their power to the mirror and other guys who have much lower numbers on their weights.

When people ask what GMS stands for, tell them GoodIdea Muscle Systems is working in your corner today!

So whether someone is building a “temple for the divine” or “reinforcing the house that holds their mind and spirit”, remember that lifting GMS weights should be the first and most important step. The beauty of the GMS program is that even though an individual starts off by only lifting 1 pound weights, that still equals 450 grams, and across the room that looks like a lot!

Skeptics may argue that simply having a high number written on the weights will not make a person stronger or healthier, and this contradicts the teachings of Jesus and Buddha.

My answer to these naysayers is this:

If “building the temple” and “reinforcing the house” were referring only to the physical body, then why did Jesus often fast for extremely unhealthy lengths of time while always drinking wine instead of water, and why was Buddha morbidly obese due to a frequently sedentary lifestyle?

These great teachers both knew that building up confidence in one’s own mind is the way to true health and happiness. We should let the do-ragged muscle men  worry about how they look as they admire their own reflection, repeating the phrase “your body is a wonderland” over and over again in their heads.

When this goal is reached there will be no need for the GoodIdea Muscle Systems. My proof is that the GMS helped me reach this ultimate enlightenment.

And that is why I have decided to never work out again.

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So Fast and Super Furious

17 Jan I hope that she wasn't disappointed when I didn't give her a partridge in a pear tree

He Works Hard For the Money

The frequency of my posting has significantly decreased since I began working a real job. It is not that I have less Good Ideas to write about, it is just that all of my Good Ideas revolve around how to make babies stop crying.

Unfortunately I have been informed that many of my ideas, such as my automatic baby-patting system, would not be approved by any hospital due to several liability issues.

It would keep baby content unless the baby moved, then it would give baby a concussion.

People make an array of faces when I tell them that I am a male nurse. Those faces all get a little more pronounced when I say I am a male nurse that works with babies in the NICU.

The fact is I have zero qualms about my current status. I have a very hot wife, I have a beer belly, I enjoy hunting, watching football and Ultimate Fighting, and I happen to pick outfits out for babies each night so that they will match their crib sheets and subsequently look cute.

Like most jobs, one of the best parts about my job is that I get paid to do it.

A Penny Saved (is nowhere to be found)

Now that my wife and I are DINKs (Dual Income, No Kids) we have been able to pay off a few things, including both of our cars. Though it would have been really nice to live car-payment free, there was no guarantee that I would even live much longer if I continued driving my truck in its current state of disrepair.

I know absolutely nothing about trucks yet even I could tell that my truck needed to be taken into the backyard and shot before it hurt someone. On the plus side, my wife often had a warm dinner waiting for me when I got home because she could hear my truck coming from six miles away.

My truck was so loud that everyone in adjacent cars, waiting at cross walks, or putting away groceries in parking lots would take a moment to look disapprovingly at the terrible noises coming from my truck. People with whom I exchanged quick, awkward glances seemed to be saying “can’t you hear that?” with their eyes.

For those who are guilty of giving me or any unfortunate soul this type of look and wish to gain a more empathetic view, simply stand in a crowded line at the grocery store and release a giant, audible fart.

I was tired of striking terror into the hearts of everyone I passed

The last straw was on one recent occasion after hitting a pothole, the sound of metal hitting metal from within my truck was so loud that a nearby jogger actually startled and threw his hands up defensively as if I had just jumped out of a bush with a chainsaw and hockey mask.

Needless to say, the truck had to go.

On The First Day of Christmas, My True Love Gave To Me…

As Christmas arrived, I decided to surprise my wife and buy her the new car; a brand new 2012 Camry, with leather interior, heated seats, satellite radio and more.

I hope that she wasn't disappointed when I didn't give her a partridge in a pear tree

In return I would now drive her light blue 2006 Camry with 160,000 miles on it.

Somehow this color blue seems louder than the noises my truck made...

Her elated reaction on Christmas Eve was enough for me to justify giving up my new car; I felt like Bob Barker minus the tan, leathery skin.

Then I had to face reality. In an instant I had become a male nurse that works with babies and drives a light blue 2006 Camry. I might as well have gone and bought a nice dress and subscribed to Oprah magazine.

After eating a whole gallon of ice cream to stave off my depression, I called my best friend to talk about how guys are jerks. Actually that did not happen, but I knew I needed a Good Idea to try to save what remained of my manhood.

Pimping My Ride

In today’s world, success is based on a recipe of appearance mixed with perception. Take Paris Hilton for example. She takes on the appearance of a rich and successful person, when in fact she has done nothing successfully in her life, with the exception of being born to rich parents.

Using this recipe, I chose something that people perceive as manly and impressive in cars; Speed. There is a reason that NASCAR is considered manly and impressive regardless of the brightly decorated cars that advertise for Special K cereal and Tide with bleach.

To give off the appearance that my car is really fast and furious, I added a few special touches:

This change is subtle, but powerful

I watched an old episode of MTV's "Pimp My Ride" to figure out how to put on the racing stripes

My NEED4SPEED license plates haven't arrived yet

Wanna race? (First to 200,000 miles wins!)

SUCCESS!

The true test would be to discover how people perceived my new racing-striped Camry. I figured the faster my car’s picture showed up on Fail blog.com, the better chance that it was perceived as serious (and therefore manly).

However, my verification came just 5 days later in the form of my first speeding ticket. I was driving with a large cluster of cars that were all going the same speed as myself, and the police car pulled me over out of everyone! Mission Accomplished!

When I asked the young police woman if she pulled me over because of my racing stripes she laughed and told me no. I knew she was lying because she averted her eyes when she answered, which is a dead giveaway. When I told her this, she stopped laughing and handed me the ticket.

Who has ever heard of a female police officer anyway?

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