90 Day Progress Report

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Three months of progress. I am nowhere near where I want to be, but far better than I was.

Three months of RELATIVELY strict intermittent fasting, occasional cheat days, and plenty of heavy lifting and high-intensity cardio. Three months from now, the photos should look even more drastic.

Unfortunately, I do not have a body fat percentage or an accurate weight to report. I used the scale at my gym for consistency, and it has been out of order for the past month.

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Supplementation, Marketing, and Reputation

In the past year, I have become more and more skeptical of supplements. For a time, I bought into the hype of articles on bodybuilding websites, and spent hundreds of dollars on high-quality Creatine, Yohimbine, Green Tea Extract, Fish Oil, Joint Compound, Pre-Workout, BCAA’s, Glutamine, L-Carnitine, Lean-Out, Whey Protein, and whatever else I could get my hands on that would supposedly be a game-changer. I read reviews on these products, and made a determination based on what other people were saying about them. I considered myself to be relatively skeptical and discerning.

I wasn’t. I was buying into manufactured hype, reading fake reviews, and wasting my money on garbage. 

I popped these supplements at the recommended daily doses, and used a daily pill container like a geriatric with diabetes and high blood pressure.

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Still packed with pills from months ago.

I had a spreadsheet determining when I should be taking each of these pills, and had alarms going off on my phone at regular intervals. I would panic if I was getting low on one of them, and would rush to re-order them. Every couple of days, there was a new box of a random supplement waiting on my doorstep when I got home.

Truth be told, the only thing I really noticed was my bank account getting smaller. I was spending as much money every month on supplements as I was on food.

The majority of supplements are not cost-effective.

I have no plans or desire to ever get on a bodybuilding stage, no matter where I am in terms of my fitness. My body is my trophy. I understand that for someone who is interested in competing, the incremental gains one would notice with the majority of these supplements may be worth the financial cost. Truth be told, the difference between 6.1% body fat and 6.6% body fat is not something I am concerned with, as I will never go that low.

As of November 2015, I am supplementing with the following:

  • BCAA powder (Scivation Xtend)
    • I find that I simply drink more water when it’s mixed with Xtend, which tastes quite good, even when heavily diluted. The function of this product is to speed up recovery and help eliminate muscle wasting. I have not noticed any significant game-changer effects, but it’s relatively inexpensive, and the simple fact that I’m drinking a lot more water with it is worth the cost.
  • Zinc – 100mg
    • I supplement with zinc for immune support. I also find that on zinc, I have an increased sexual appetite, and slightly more aggressive demeanor. Zinc is highly recommended.
  • Whey Protein
    • I consume Whey Protein shakes on average, once a week. I’m taking this supplement only when I need to eat, but am on the move and can’t cook a proper meal (and due to IF, this isn’t very often). Sometimes I’ll have a shake, but just as often, I’ll simply extend my fast.

Instead of pre-workout, I’m drinking a tall cup of black coffee, occasionally a “shot in the dark” from my local coffee shop. Instead of a post-workout shake, I’m eating steak and asparagus, salmon, or two Quest bars. I’m getting a lot of the supplements I used to take in pure form, only now they’re coming from natural sources.

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The best post-workout that money can buy.

What does this have to do with marketing?

I have previously stated that I’m a fan of Bold and Determined and Good Looking Loser. These sites are some of the absolute best resources on the planet for anyone looking to improve themselves.

The authors of these sites have teamed up to form a supplement company, Red. Currently, they offer their house brand coffee, and something called Osta-Red.

I knew very little about Ostarine when I saw this supplement on the site the other day. Upon doing a bit of research, I believe it would have some serious benefits for me, as I’m in the middle of a recomp.

The deciding factor in why I’m going to order a bottle of Osta-Red, though?

I have purchased Victor Pride’s products before, and was incredibly impressed with the amount of value relative to the low cost.

I haven’t bought anything from Chris at GLL yet, but picking up some of his Kratom is definitely on my agenda in the near future.

I trust products offered by these guys, as well as Cernovich, because of one simple reason: They don’t try to sell me a bunch of fucking garbage. The products are as-advertised, effective when applied, and utterly devoid of fluff and nonsense. I’m not being roped into a sales funnel. They aren’t reporting to a boss or a board of directors, so I trust their intentions: To offer a kick-ass product that people will talk about.

Another important deciding factor in this equation: These guys have a very solid reputation and track record to uphold, and they take this very seriously. People talk about their sites and their products quite often. They make their living on the internet, and their sites are the result of unfathomable amounts of work. So what would happen to web traffic on their sites if they suddenly started trying to hock garbage?  What would people be saying if the product didn’t produce results? The answer is obvious, and I can say with almost absolute certainty that neither of these guys would risk tarnishing (or even diluting) their reputation in order to make a quick buck.

With that in mind, Osta-Red is in the on-deck circle. Once I pick it up and spend a few months on it, I’ll have a full, un-biased review on the subject, and post some before and after photos.

 

 

 

Phase Two

There’s going to be some big changes around here over the next week or so. Some house-cleaning, some re-focusing, and some trimming of the fat (this is just a figure of speech. I never trim the fat from my steak).

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Metaphorically, of course. Although I do know how to operate an excavator.

I have been building a comprehensive post that outlines every facet of my exact, somewhat perfected fat loss protocol, broken down into plain English for beginners. This will cover everything from nutrition to meal timing, to cardio, to weight training and rest. I have guinea pigged all of this on myself, and it all works. There’s some mixing of conventional and unconventional methods in the program, and the results are like a fat-melting torch.

Look… I know there’s a million of these out there. I am aware. Mine is different, because I do not yet participate in any affiliate marketing programs, and have nothing to gain from a monetary standpoint. I have no problem with people who sell supplements, but I don’t, so there’s no rub, no angle to this program. I do not want anything from this, I simply want to see if others are getting the same results I have been. It reads like a short book, and I may even release it as such, as a free PDF.

I am cleaning up the site, deleting some of my more unfocused articles, and organizing the relevant ones into a more easy-to-navigate format. See the tabs above? They’re not functional yet, but they should be at some point over the next few days. The goal is to change the site from the hodgepodge of unorganized babble of its current state, into a leaner, meaner machine. This is my first foray into any sort of writing for an audience, so I’m learning as I go along.

I will likely be writing a lot less about Mountain Biking, especially in the upcoming five or six months. I live in the Northeastern United States, it’s late November, and I have exercise induced asthma. Until sometime in April, my bikes are nothing more than expensive ornaments in my apartment.

I will be moving forward with some other endeavors in the coming months, including my aforementioned book. I’m moving right along with this project, spending between one and four hours a day writing it, locating old pictures, and digging through my memory to give an honest account. It’s going to be released free of charge to anyone who wants it. Again, no angle, no games, no marketing bullshit. If you want to read it, it’s yours.

The basis of the book is about how I let my life fall into utter disrepair in my twenties, and how I transformed myself from an absolute failure and a slob, a 29-year-old boy, into a fit, intelligent, successful, disciplined stomper-of-asses. I detail my successes, my failures, my breakthroughs, and my breaking points. It’s revealing, sometimes embarrassing, but it’s an honest account and, based on feedback on some sample chapters, it’s worth reading.

Credit where credit is due. There’s a handful of Blog Artists, authors, webmasters, and other influential characters who’s content I simply would not be here without. They are MASTERS in their respective areas. I am working on yet another post that outlines some of their works, their websites, and their other media outlets, with brief summaries and a bit of a guide for those unfamiliar with the territory. I understand that I don’t technically owe these people anything, but the absolute least that I can do is to link to their content and explain how I have personally benefited from it. They have all released books through various channels, and I have yet to be disappointed in the slightest.

That’s it for now. If you have made your way here, look around the site. Comment. Critique. Contribute. Feel free to drop me a line at Ridehardliftheavy@gmail.com or follow me on Twitter @ridehardlifthvy

-Brian

 

Some Brutal Honesty Never Hurts

I want to talk for a moment about the nature of this blog, and perhaps shed some light on why I am doing this.

The concepts put forth in my blog are not entirely unique, which is a fact that I am aware of. I am not posturing as a raw innovator, creating new and inspiring ideas on a daily basis. Most of the posts that have to deal with subjects like mindset, motivation, discipline, training protocol, and nutrition are all concepts that are relatively new to me, and the way this blog should be approached is something like this:

I don’t know everything. I am not an absolute authority. In the grand scheme of things, I am just figuring out how to apply some amazing, life-changing ideas that I’ve discovered over the past few years. This blog is about these ideas, and how I’ve applied them to my life, as a relative newcomer to this new world. My actions, directly influenced by these ideas, have turned my life from an absolute trainwreck into one of exponential improvement. If you are in dire need of turning your life around, my blog is a great place to start, as it was not long ago that I was in your shoes, and many of these ideas are a massive shift from my old way of doing things, and are not easy to just jump in and tackle.

I didn’t just all of the sudden, decide to wake up one day at 6:00 in the morning, make some coffee, fire off an hour of P90X cardio, take a cold shower, develop an abundance mindset, fast until 4:00 PM, knock out 10 sets each of deadlifts and pull-ups, practice positive self-talk, trim up my disgusting, unkempt beard, eat six eggs, asparagus, and steak as my only meal, quit drinking cold turkey, block all porn sites from my computer, dump my aggro-bitch of a girlfriend for a sweet, feminine girl, and quit my job to work on my blog, my book, and my other businesses.

It didn’t happen that way. It took a lot of time. It took actual exposure to these ideas, thought, apprehension, denial, discipline, failure, and eventually, a shitload of hard work.

I have a lot of hard work to do. I am still over 20% body fat. I live in a cold, unpleasant city I do not want to live in. I haven’t gotten myself to where I want to be, but every day gets me closer.

If I would have placed the 2012 version of myself into my current life, he simply wouldn’t hack it. He’d be lying on the floor crying about wanting to go back to bed. He wasn’t physically or mentally strong enough for it, and didn’t have the knowledge and experience, just like the 2015 version of myself would not be able to hang with the 2017 version of myself.

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2012 vs. 2015 – The results of progress. A full-body shot from 2012 couldn’t even be located, due to how embarrassed of myself I was.

 

The Oncoming Storm

This blog has been somewhat quiet lately, and there’s a good reason for that.

I am currently working on my first book. 

It’s likely to be finished in the early months of 2016, and has been taking 100% of my writing energy. I’d like to spend more time on this blog, youtube, and some other media outlets (potentially a podcast), but I’ve had momentum when it comes to my book, and in my experience, when you have momentum, it’s best to hang onto it.

What is the book about?

In the simplest of terms, it’s about my experiences with transformation, mindset, and re-invention. It’s part autobiography, part how-to.

It’s about perseverance, willpower, mindset, and powering through pain (both physical and mental), fear, and doubt. The subject matter will not be anything particularly groundbreaking, but at the same time, it’s unique because it’s my story, my struggles, my failures and my victories. I truly believe there’s a lot to be learned from it.

The kicker, unfortunately, is that the book can’t be completed until I reach some personal goals, both physically and mentally.

I’m on the cusp of putting my life into a truly amazing place. I’m not there yet, though. Every day is a war, and if I am brutally honest with myself, about 60% of the time I come out on top, and the other 40% I’m left defeated, waving the white flag.

Why are you writing this book? You have basically no audience.

First and foremost, I want to do it. Shit, I need to do it. Even if no one reads it, I simply want to produce something I’m proud of. But of course, I want people to read it, learn from it, and apply it.

It’s going to be a good read, as it’s the type of book I enjoy. I’ve also been spending some time digging through the archives for some photos to accompany the book. It’s certainly going to be embarrassing when I put some of them out there, but the story can’t be told as well without them.

So stay tuned for more updates, but for now, it’s back to the more pressing issues at hand, such as steaks and weightlifting.

Shoulder Day

Yesterday was a shoulder/traps workout, and I wanted to shed some light on what I feel is a CRUCIAL yet overlooked group of muscles, especially in the realm of Downhill racing.

First and foremost, I’m going to post this. If you haven’t checked out John Doe Bodybuilding, it’s something I highly recommend. This guy gives a lot of no-bullshit advice, and he’s as ripped as they come. Remember: If you want some solid advice, find somewhere who’s where you’re already at, and listen to what they have to say.

http://johndoebodybuilding.com/

Yesterday, this is the routine I hammered out. My gym doesn’t have FatBells, so I had to substitute with dumbbells. No big deal.

Up until last week, my shoulder and trap routine looked like this:

  • Shoulder Press Hammer Strength
  • Side Raises
  • Front Raises
  • Rear Raises
  • Heavy Shrugs (80 pound dumbbells)
  • Upward Rows

I stopped doing dumbbell presses over the past few months, as I developed a nasty popping in my right shoulder (no doubt from going heavy without warming up thoroughly), but it seems to have gone away.

Since “bulking” (i.e. getting strong and fat over the past year and a half) I haven’t been as diligent about shoulder day, and would often skip it. It shows, too, as my shoulders look weak and lack definition. I used to HAMMER my traps, as well, using the physique of Tom Hardy in “Warrior” as a bit of inspiration.

I’m not sure if it’s my higher body fat percentage, or simply neglecting them a bit, but both my shoulders and traps look glutenous, soft, and not very well defined. Needless to say, in terms of aesthetics, they (along with my traps) are getting a lot of attention paid to them lately.

I have, at times in the past three years, done the following:

  • Flared Lateral Raises
  • Face Pulls
  • Smith Machine Presses
  • Barbell Military Presses
  • Linear Jammers (these things destroyed my hips, not in a good way)
  • Smith Machine Shrugs
  • Trap Bar Shrugs
  • Plate Pulls

But yesterday, I did the full routine JDBB outlined, which looked like:

  • Lateral Raises
  • Front Raises
  • Rear Raises
  • Dumbell Presses
  • Plate Shrugs
  • (not on video or mentioned) Plate Pulls

I supersetted the lateral raises and front raises, as well as the plate shrugs and plate pulls, just to hammer my delts and traps that much harder.

The end result is one I’m really happy with.

  • I was able to squeeze out more reps at a higher weight by hitting the raises first. I’m feeling a different type of soreness today as a result.
  • I had a harder time getting my presses up at my old weight, due to doing them later in the rotation, but this is expected when doing raises first.
  • Plate shrugs… I never would have considered doing this, but the added range of motion and higher rep count set my traps on fire like they’ve never been. Bending forward slightly, bending the elbows slightly, and squeezing at the top gives a hellacious burn.
  • Plate pulls. I added these, supersetted with the plate shrugs. I used to do these all the time for 20+ reps, and had some killer traps to show for it at the time.

John Doe’s routine is now my go-to. Check out his other videos, the guy knows what he’s talking about.

I mentioned at the top how crucial this muscle group is for DH riders. The rear delts and traps are doing a ton of work during a run. Along with lats and triceps, there’s probably nothing in the upper body that gets worked harder on course. Take a look at one of Claudio’s course previews. I like the chest-mount gopro angle, so you can get a good look at the forces being put through his bars.

That’s all for now, kids. Thanks for reading.

Start Using Your Brain

One of the most limiting statements that I hear from people is that “It’s so hard to eat healthy. There’s so many choices, and they’re just all bad for you!”

Really?

I got into a discussion with an old friend today. We were at a cafe in his neighborhood, drinking some coffee, and he brought up the subject of a small, family-owned pizza shop up the street.

“I was eating better, but that place opened up… I never have any time to cook with how busy I am, and I order from there two or three nights a week. I know I shouldn’t, but I don’t have a lot of choices, unless I want to warm up frozen food in the microwave every night”

He blamed his nutritional tail-spin on the mere fact that a small business owner is meeting a demand in his neighborhood, but not on:

  • His unwillingness to prioritize his health when determining his schedule
  • His unwillingness to prepare food beforehand, so he isn’t (in his words) microwaving frozen shit five nights a week.
  • His unwillingness to research his true options.

I called bullshit on him. “I guarantee you I could call this pizza shop up and order us something that’s both good for us and tastes reasonably good” He disagreed. “It’s either pizza, hoagies, mac and cheese bites…” So I called. “Hi, do you guys do steak salads? Yeah? Let me get two of those, no fries*, no dressing, add cucumbers, mushrooms, a little bit of cheese, and that’s it.”

*For some reason, in Pittsburgh, all restaurants put french fries on their salads. I have no idea why.

Ten minutes later, we picked them up, headed back to my house and ate them. Yeah, they only used iceberg lettuce, and the steak wasn’t exactly a butcher-fresh Ribeye, but they tasted great, especially considering the convenience and low cost ($4.75 each).

Obviously, something like this WOULD NOT be my first choice, but honestly, if you’re going to put in so little effort that your meals must all be prepared for you, it’s really not hard to order something that isn’t a big blob of gluten and fryer grease. Restaurants are happy to have you as a customer, and are almost always happy to accommodate whatever requests you might have. Hey, I probably even saved them money by having them leave the dressing, croutons and fries off.

Or just go ahead and be like the 400 pound triple-chinned woman who was at the counter ordering a “small” pizza, potato chips, a snickers bar, and (of course) a diet soda on her lunch break. Hey, whatever floats your boat.

Once You Flip The Switch, You Cannot Flip It Back.

One of the more important nuggets of wisdom that I have picked up is something relatively simple, but lost on most people.

For me, information is like a one-way street. Once I fully comprehend an idea, it’s almost impossible for me to fully ignore. The simplest example is this:

When I was roughly 24 years of age, I learned that eating a diet consisting mainly of sugar, carbohydrates, chemicals and nutritional garbage, coupled with inactivity was what led to my 75 pound weight gain over the previous six years.

From that point on, I understood that pizza, chicken wings, beer, and laziness were horrific for me, and that I needed to improve my habits. 

This isn’t to say I actually took action. I continued to eat badly, get fuuuuuucked up with my buddies at the bar, and lay on the couch watching “The Office”. But that switch had been flipped, and I knew, deep down, that these choices were the root of my problems. Unfortunately, things like alcohol, food, and laziness gave me enough pleasure to cover up the guilt. Temporarily, at least.

It was like having a nagging injury that just kept getting worse. I knew exactly what I was doing to myself now, and every time I pulled in more information, I went further up that one-way street. After a certain point, I started making attempts, but my will power couldn’t overcome my desire for comfort, despite the consequences.

After a certain point, I had to no longer give myself any excuses, embrace the pain, and jump in with all guns blazing. I ended up dropping 60 pounds of fat in just a few months.

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It was the application of knowledge, a lot of iron, sweat, and eggs.

So now, every time I ride my Downhill bike, I think “ELBOWS UP, HIPS LOOSE!”. When I start to feel a rumble in my stomach at 1:00 in the afternoon, I think about the benefits of Intermittent Fasting. Every time I want a nice, warm shower, or to sleep until noon, or to cruise the internet for some porn, I think about knowledge I pulled from 30 Days of Discipline. Every time I start to doubt myself, think negatively or weak, I have bits of Gorilla Mindset that I subconsciously refer to. And of course, when I see those fresh, frosted doughnuts, and gaze down the frozen pizza aisle at the grocery store, I think about what I looked like when I used to subsist on that shit, then laugh to myself on my way over to the butcher’s counter.

The switches have been flipped, and there’s no unknowing what I know now.

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The Biggest Lie I Have Ever Been Told

“Get good grades, go to college, work hard. When you’re done, you’ll get a ‘good job'”

This simple statement. This simple fucking statement has weight. If ever there was a philosophy of life hammered into my brain when I was a child and a teenager, this was it.

No emphasis was placed on taking care of my body through exercise, nutrition, and rest.

No emphasis was placed on taking care of my mental health.

No emphasis was placed on developing relevant skills like debt avoidance, financial management, constant re-education, or learning about the quickly-evolving nature of business.

The truth of the matter is that, even at that impressionable age, I didn’t buy it. I didn’t take the bait. In high school, I rode my Downhill bike, ran cross-country, and hung out with my friends. I made no time for studying what I saw as irrelevant subjects. The ones I did see as relevant, like History and Writing, I developed on my own. I was constantly told by teachers that I was a disappointment, squandering my intelligence, and flushing my future down the toilet. Despite testing at the absolute top of my class, I barely graduated.

Fuck ’em.

When I was 19, I started second-guessing myself. “What if everyone is right?” I asked. After all, my parents went to college, and they’re doing alright.

Fast forward 15 years:

  • I didn’t finish college
  • I got to see 45 states over two months with seven of my closest friends, five of which happened to be in one of my favorite bands, playing to hundreds, if not thousands of people every night.
  • I helped to bring the sport of Downhill Mountain Biking to my podunk hometown ski resort, then built a healthy community around it.
  • I helped to build a monolithic terrain park feature that ended up on the cover of snowboard magazines, and in a feature film.
  • I helped to design and build a snowboard park that ended up on the cover of even more magazines, and became the new standard in the sport.
  • I chased the New York to Los Angeles record. Although we didn’t break Alex Roy’s time (we didn’t really even come close), it was still something I’ll never forget.
  • I spent a year working for a bike company that singlehandedly changed the face of Downhill Mountain Biking in the 1990’s.

I pulled all of this off in my 20’s (this isn’t to say my 20’s weren’t chock-full of colossal pitfalls, but that’s for another post. In terms of what I managed to achieve, I can look back on this decade of my life with pride).

I’m now 33. At a point several years ago, I decided it was “time to grow up”, and second guessed myself into a formal education by way of an incredibly comprehensive and well-recognized Supply Chain certification.

Despite having a volume of both practical and theoretical knowledge on the subject (significantly more than my classmates, who already had high-paying jobs in industry), my resume portrays a person that wasn’t “taking things seriously” in their 20’s, thus unworthy of so much as a job interview. 

I was furious. “What a waste…” I thought.

After stewing on it for a while, the wheels started turning. Then they started spinning. Then they started tearing along so quickly that the bearings melted and the tires de-laminated. The anger gave way to something far more powerful. I no longer regretted educating myself, but realized that my attempts to turn the absorbed information into a traditional job was incredibly short-sighted.

I need a job like I need a hole in my head. I had stressed out over an environment where:

  • I would be expected to risk my life at an arbitrary time every morning, speeding, running red lights, and screaming at other drivers just so I don’t get disciplined like a bad little boy for being 5 minutes late.
  • I would be expected to give 100% of my effort, to make enough money to “get by” while making my boss’s boss’s rich boss even richer.
  • I would be expected to return home with so little physical and mental energy that all I could achieve was laying on the couch eating freezer pizza and zoning out to some TV.
  • I would be expected to keep my mouth shut, be talked to like a child, treated like a criminal, and remember to appropriately engage in the fine arts of office politics and ass-kissing.
  • I would be expected to “find a way” to meet meaningless quotas, finish colossal projects, even if it meant a 70 hour week, working from my home each night, and doing nothing else, while seeing the number on my paycheck staying exactly the same, and thinking “someday, someone will recognize my sacrifice in the name of the company”
  • I would be expected to pack up my cubicle and head to my exit interview with a smile when my job got off-shored or simply axed in a cost-cutting measure. “I really value the experience I’ve gained in my time here, and thank you for the opportunities you’ve given me. I’ve really learned a lot!”

Why not take the knowledge and, instead of leveraging it to become some obese loser of a middle manager’s whipping boy and pack mule… apply it, along with my other relevant skills and knowledge, towards something I am building myself?

Today is a Tuesday. I was up at 6:45 this morning. What’s on the agenda of a “jobless failure” today?

  • A heavy shoulder-and-trap workout with my training partner
  • Steaks on the grill
  • P90X Cardio X, and the buckets of sweat that come with it
  • Taking a cold shower (I would write a post on the benefits of this, but all it would accomplish is rehashing Victor’s work. He has all the information one could ever need on the subject)
  • Finishing an excellent book
  • “Quality time” with my girl
  • Working on a Youtube video, and honing my video editing skills
  • Likely posting another article on here
  • Building, building and more building my businesses, applying every grain of knowledge that I possess, and learning volumes along the way.

But you know what? I really regret my decision to not play it safe. After all, I’d much rather be spending today getting yelled at in a cubicle so that I could afford my student loans, a Hyundai, and a weak-ass town house to play Xbox and watch football in.

The F’s of Happiness.

  • Freedom (specifically freedom to do what you want with your time, as opposed to having it determined for you)
  • Finances (they dictate your ability to have freedom)
  • Fitness (determined by freedom, as most people cite “lack of free time” as a reason for being in terrible shape)
  • Friends and Family (which it’s difficult to have if you’re not free to do what you want with your time, don’t have the finances to be free, or are in such poor shape that you aren’t anything more than a burden to these people)

As such, the recipe seems to look something like this:

  • Aggressively build your Finances, which will buy you:
    • Freedom which allows you to put time and energy into:
      •  your Fitness,
      •  and strengthening relationships with Friends and Family

It seems simple, but it seems like people tend to put all of their eggs in one basket, and the further they move up in one category, the more the others suffer:

  • The CEO who has a net worth of eight figures, but is constantly working, has a failed marriage, and weighs 270 pounds.
  • The incredibly fit guy who spends 3 hours a day at the gym, but lives with three roommates and works in a kitchen until 1:00 AM every night.
  • The guy who’s always looking to go out and hang with friends every night, but just skates by at his job and isn’t in very good shape.

These are made-up examples, but it’s something to think about.

  • Can the guy who works 50 hours a week spend any time or energy on his fitness or his family?
  • Can the guy who spends every waking moment obsessing about his body be able to have a lucrative career?
  • Can the guy who goes out with friends every night get ahead of his finances or stay in good shape?

It’s a bit of an interesting thought exercise.