Eat, sleep, love, train, repeat

I seem to hold a lot of unpopular opinions when it comes to nutrition, sports and even life. For example, I don’t fit in with politically correct people because I do not think it’s okay to be fat and unfit. It increases the risk of illness and burdens both our medical system and the people around you. On the other hand, I don’t fit in with some of the prettyboy gym rats either because I realize that this issue is generally rooted in the psychology of people and a very serious issue in itself. Those prettyboys I mentioned, usually late teens that I tend to encounter in the form of internet heroes, flaunting their fucking sixpacks or 25lbs dumbbell curls while laughing at fat people are doing nothing to counter the problem. In fact, they may be exacerbating the problem by scaring away the person who, after years of wrecking their body, finally decides to make a change.

So don’t I ever laugh at people? Oh, I do. I make fun of everything and everyone and I can get a good laugh out of people teasing me back. But honestly, I do not ridicule unfit people because it makes me feel better about myself. I will however press the subject occasionally because it saddens me to see people wrecking their bodies, especially if I care about them. My dad has type 2 diabetes and for a very long time he said that “strength training wasn’t for him” and “he should really get his eating habits in check sooner or later”, which he never did. If you’re scoffing at this, joke’s on you. We all do this. We all have stuff that “we should really get to” but we never do. At some point my dad flipped the switch and I helped him at the gym and with some minor changes to his diet. Despite decreasing his amount of medication, his bloodwork improved tremendously. This made me happy, not because it’s cool to see your old man getting stronger in his 50’s after years of increasing medication (it is), but because I realize that he’ll be around for a few years more and he can actually spend those extra years playing with his grandchildren instead of wasting away in a rocking chair.

Of course you should enjoy yourself in life, but there is no reason to assume that your life is gonna suck just because you limit your junk food and booze a little bit, eat some more veggies and spend 3 hours a week in the gym instead of watching Temptation fucking Island or whatever horror they’re showing on tv these days.

No one likes people who preach all the time about how you’re doing things wrong. Lead by example, get the basics in order, HAVE FUN and hopefully you’ll inspire people to make the same change my dad made.

“…we have not spent the last 65 million or so years finely honing our physiology to watch Oprah. Like it or not, we are the product of a very long process of adaptation to a harsh physical existence, and the past couple centuries of comparative ease and plenty are not enough time to change our genome. We humans are at our best when our existence mirrors, or at least simulates, the one we are still genetically adapted to live. And that is the purpose of exercise.” – Mark Rippetoe