The concept of the post-exercise 'anabolic window' has become so engrained in the resistance training community that it is practically dogmatic. It refers to a limited time period where, post resistance training, skeletal muscle is primed for growth as long as a suitable protein source is consumed.
I feel duty bound to highlight that it isn't just women who are expected to subject themselves to bizarre and often dangerous practices in order to look good on the pages of magazines.
Successful men have a mental attitude much like that of a salesman. Whether it's a new project, stocks, a new tech product out in the market, and yes, even a second date. After a successful meeting, these men never assume the other person is interested. Rather, they use mental tricks to guarantee a second meeting with that person.
As I prepare to shave off my Movember moustache, I'm reflecting on the reason why I decided to take part and the importance of fighting cancer globally. Four years ago, in November, I had a cancer operation to take my prostate out.
Richard Herring tried to reclaim the toothbrush moustache by dedicating an entire stand-up show to it in 2009, saying "it was Chaplin's first then Hitler ruined it'. Working by this logic, if you see this moustache on the street it is fair to assume the person sporting is either thought-provokingly funny or abhorrent.
Halfway through his eight-year term, Obama's hair is a bellwether of the unrelenting pressure heaped upon the man known as 'Leader of the Free World'. It tells the story of his Presidency so far as articulately as the US deficit or employment figures.
Originally, I joined up with Movember because it was a laugh to grow a nice Mo and do some good at the same time! But on the 18th of May 2011, my Movember cause became personal. Keith "The Bishop" Jenkins died from prostate cancer just 12 days before his 72nd birthday.
Hello. I'm a man who, for 11 months of the year, earns a (spiritually) substantial crust doodling and writing about chubboes and their jowls. It just fascinates me the way they dangle there like sweaty, Cumberland sausage necklaces.
So, Mo Bros, it's time to prepare your skin, your grooming kit, and even your partner for a prickly month ahead. Grow a Mo to spark a lot of fun conversation, raise some money and help change the face of men's health...literally.
Since its Australian inception in 2004, the month of November has been sprouting up in increasing numbers all over the world. But what the hell is Movember? Here are the amazing facts of what I discovered. We're talking moustaches (or mustaches, depending on where you are in the world).
If you're reading this blog post, you're probably fully aware of the existence of breast cancer, but when was the last time you checked your breasts?
I had no idea that men could even get breast cancer. My partner had no idea that men could get breast cancer. My friends, my family, seemingly no one was aware that men could get breast cancer. And yet there I stood, with breast cancer.
I'm not going to talk to you about prostate cancer, testicular cancer or erectile problems, which you can't fail to miss in the form of awareness campaigns, TV adverts and your latest issue of FHM. Instead, I want to focus on an equally devastating, less publicised, more taboo topic - mental health.
There has been a great deal of negative feedback to Samantha Brick's Daily Mail article Why Women Hate Me For Being Beautiful. I don't understand why. I completely empathise with Samantha's plight, for I too have the burden of incredible attractiveness to bear.
For countless years the female of the species has been under enormous pressure about her appearance, and the struggle only appears to have got worse in recent years. It appears that the contagion of body image insecurity that has historically afflicted women is beginning to infect men. Last year Central YMCA collaborated with the Centre for Appearance Research and the Succeed Foundation to undertake a major piece of research to better understand men's attitudes to their appearance.
I don't want to alarm you, but I'm in the early stages of... MAN FLU! Come back, don't run away or switch your browser/tab thingy. You are fine. I am not contagious... yet.