Meat Heads

Before I begin my rant about what I term "meat heads" I would like to focus on the new info I received when logging on: I can now blog in Hebrew and Arabic (and another language). This would be lovely if I could speak, write, read, understand any but I have to stick to simple boring English. I wanted to learn Spanish at one time--I'm not good at learning new things, but I know what a mesa, sia (?), and a ton a great swear words are.
I have been faithfully going to a gym for about 9 months (my membership will have it's 2 year anniversary in 6 months, I'm a slow starter). I feel better, in general, due to my gym going and the severe pain that I have inflicted upon myself (mainly due to my hubbie I like to refer to as the gym nazi because of such inspiring words like "unless you increase the weight you're wasting your time" & "your ass isn't going to be tighter just because you've been going for a week") isn't as bad as it used to be: 4 Ibuprofen, vs the Lorcet, will take care of the pain now. Anyway, enough about me, the meat heads. According to the Darcie dictionary of slang, a meat head is a male gym addict who has obviously enjoyed too many doses of testosterone or steroid injections, they love to watch themselves lift weight and think that, by right of all the time they spend there, every part of the free weight area is theirs at their beckoning.
I'm not gym savvy like some, I only do what I've been shown or what I copy from my inconspicuous spying from the stairmaster. I lift free weights twice a week (trying to get rid of the part of arm that keeps waving when I quit) and I haven't exceeded 12 lb dumbbells and 20 lb barbells so you know I shouldn't be competition to the meat heads. I have to pleasantly ask if they are going to use the 20 lb barbell because they have congregated around the rack and yes, one of them actually made some smart ass remark about him looking as if he used that amount (I wish I had the balls to say "I don't know, maybe before your arms took precedence over your ball size you did"; but no I've heard too much about 'roid rage and chose not to).
Everyone, well except the girls who wear next to nothing and do next to nothing, is at the gym to better themselves (second thought, maybe those girls are bettering themselves, more specifically, their sex life) why don't the meatheads go in at the ass crack of dawn and do their vain lifting when the rest of the world isn't there to give a shit.
I'll continue going, they'll continue to piss me off, and maybe I'll piss them off too (hopefully I don't reap the rewards of roid rage). It's kind of like the circle of life, just not Lion King style.