I prefer to look in the mirror while I am lifting weights.

I find that it totally gives me better form and allows me to get a better flex if I can see what I am doing.

I preferred body dysmorphic Toby, who never would've said something like "I like what I see" in reference to his physique. Those were the days!

I always wondered the same thing about that place. The best you could ever get was in the evening you could see a reflection in the windows. At least looking at yourself was a little more subtle then...

You are so boring.

Ready? I'll do it for you:

TOBY SAYS: If you're so bored, why don't you read one of the other totally predictable blogs by gay men who like lifting weights and talking about themselves nonstop?

Actually, why don't you get a real hobby and stop spewing your horse shit and seeking validation in people you don't know personally? You're not a celebrity. Not even a tiny bit.

Seriously, hon. You really broke the mold when you started writing about your life as a gay man who cares mostly about his body and how much he and his hag will drink this weekend. Tell me again about you and the guy you're dating because you're scared to say you're single when you go to your high school or college reunions? What a fucking WOMAN.

Well said, God. Anyone else notice how Toby always seems to have a boyfriend to talk about? And then suddenly a month will go by when he doesn't mention the boyfriend, and then, bam, he has someone new to talk about?

Serial monagomist, much?

Maybe he's just popular. He does have nice arms. Who doesn't like people with nice arms?

Everyone, I have a secret to share. Toby and I are together. Like, seriously seriously hitched. At the asses, actually. And tonight, we're makin babies.

Giada has a recipe for babies? Damn, I gotta stop skipping episodes!!

I used to like this blog. A lot. Now I find it sort of sad and embarrassing. Bye, Toby. Good luck.

TOBY SAYS: You're sad and embarrassing. Don't let the door hit you on the way out!

You really do come across as a shallow cunt, whether you mean to or not. Your boyfriend must either be a saint for putting up with your flaky ass, or he is just a stanky dickweed like you. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say all of this, it just slipped out. I feel like throwing a drink in your face. BTW, is that your real tongue?

People, come on. This is Toby. He's not a shallow cunt. Today he says he likes what he sees. Tomorrow he'll say what a fat dump he is.

Look, bitches. Shut the fuck up and let Toby write! ANYTHING he has to say is infinitely smarter and more entertaining than listening to you whine about how he and the blog aren’t what they used to be. These days, do you know how incredibly rare it is to find someone with his talent in this stage of his life and watch him develop? Whether or not you understand the irony, his self-indulgence, or his achingly painful accounts of some very personal self-realization, don’t spoil it for the rest of us.

Toby has been blogging for 6 years. 6 YEARS! Where is your body of work to match that? Toby can turn somersaults with his writing skills over any of the insults you lob his way. So stop wasting our time and learn to self-edit your own feelings of insecurity and let those of us who are enjoying this journey continue.

I've been reading since 2001 and I keep coming back, so you're doing something right Toby.

Love the captcha, btw :)

Can we please get a photo of Toby doing squats? From behind, please.

Thanks.

The life of a gay is so sad.

I meant what I said in a very endearing way, actually. Fuck you bitches.

I'm confused.. if you don't like someones blog why come back? So you can bitch? Do you think telling someone you think their blog is dumb makes you sound intelligent?

When Toby starts blogging about how we should kill all... I don't know, gray kittens, then maybe I'll post a complaint, but if otherwise you don't like what he has to say then stop coming back for more!

First: I completely agree, having a gym without mirrors does not make any sense. Even when I was a bigger fatass, I realized the value of mirrors in a gym. How else could I see who was gay by not staring. Also, mirrors can be very encouraging when your intent is to watch your form and, voila! There's a new little bit of definition you haven't seen before and you're encouraged to go up 5,10,25,35,45 pounds on your next set. Then you can't wait to come back and see what other positive changes are taking place. Gyms can also be very trial and error and they have those minimum membership periods. This way if the gym sucks, you're stuck there for a while.
Second: Yes this blog is kind of bitchy and harsh, but everyone gets like that when they're really frustrated with something. To all the people who have very harsh things to say about this blog, don't act so superior, I'm sure EVERYONE who's read this blog has done the same thing more than once in their own life.
Third: Being a only a few years old than Toby, I'm very interested in his view of things. I like to see gay men who write about guy-like things, but also show their gay side without reservation. I too, like hot guys, want a better body, like alcohol, hate how I look most days and love it on some days, last, I sometimes call my guy friends girl. That's just how it is and I owe nobody an apology, neither does Toby.
Fourth: If he were same every day, the blog would REALLY suck. He's developing as a person and has become a man. He lives by himself in a city away from his family. I'm surprised there isn't a show about him.

One last thing I forgot, I wouldn't call him a flake, he's responded to every email I've ever sent him.