I've Always Liked Fast Cars And Slow

I Tell People That The Scales Lie. You May Have Played Basketball And Weighed 175 Pounds, With A 30-inch Waist, Back When You Were In College. And You May Still Weigh 175 At 55. But You Probably Have A 35-inch Waist And You've Probably Lost 30 Or 40 Pounds Of Muscle -- And Gained 30 Or 40 Pounds Of Fat. The Tape Measure Doesn't Lie. Get That Tape Measure Out And Put It On Your Hips And Your Waist. Keep Checking It. And Keep Exercising And Cutting Those Calories Down Until That Tape Measure Gets Close To Where You Were In Your Prime.

I Don't Think About Wealth. I Get One Thing In My Mind, "how Can I Help People...come On Humans...do Something, You Know. Let's Wake Up. Man Alive...you're Half Dead. Let's Do Some Living".

I Train Like I'm Training For The Olympics Or For A Mr. America Contest, The Way I've Always Trained My Whole Life. You See, Life Is A Battlefield. Life Is Survival Of The Fittest... How Many Healthy People Do You Know? How Many Happy People Do You Know? Think About It. People Work At Dying, They Don't Work At Living. My Workout Is My Obligation To Life. It's My Tranquilizer. It's Part Of The Way I Tell The Truth--and Telling The Truth Is What's Kept Me Going All These Years.

People Thought I Was A Charlatan And A Nut. The Doctors Were Against Me -- They Said That Working Out With Weights Would Give People Heart Attacks And They Would Lose Their Sex Drive.

You Only Live Once, Why Be Miserable? Fat People Are Miserable -- You Are Carrying 50 Lbs On Your Shoulders All Day, You Get A Disease Called "pooped-out Itis". Don't Tell Me That They Are Happy With The Way They Look And Feel. I Have To Be Honest, That Is All I Have.