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.
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.