I had to review some posts the other day, wondering if I’d already wrote about a current rant of mine when I noticed something. It seems that even though (in my mind) I post about random topics and not nearly enough bacon, there actually are recurring themes around here. If I were to rate them, I’d do it like this.
You’re not him. Really. Stop acting as if you are.
Stop acting as if you’re destined to be him. You’re not. Especially if you’ve started training in your 20’s, you’re too far behind. Stop training as if what he, and others who compete at his level in whatever sport you choose, is appropriate for you. Stop looking for the strong pill, it doesn’t exist. It’s called years and years of putting in your time AND having the genetic potential of the best of the best AND having all the stars align to bring it all together. Stop whining about your training or the fact that a judge didn’t like you or whatever else you waste energy bitching about. Take your life and make it stronger. Compete and be competitive and then get back in the gym and keep working. I know some people who have made a very happy life with this approach. Their goals are written with years in mind, not only the right now. So bumps in the road are absorbed and dealt with. Not lamented on their on-line training log as if you’ve suddenly become a teenage girl and attention whore until you feel better. Just train, the best to your ability, and be happy you can. Achievement will come, but it won’t look like Z.
Stop pretending that a “little cheat now and then” isn’t your everyday. Stop letting your food derail you. You are not powerless, you are in control. You are strong enough to put a bar on your back that’s heavier than anything you’ve done up to today yet a cannoli is bigger than you? Please. Stop thinking that your food “is getting better.” Stop it. You and I both know that’s bullshit. It’s either good or it’s shit. There is no middle ground with someone who needs to drop fat. Take a long look in the mirror and have an honest conversation with yourself. You eat too much sugar, too many carbs, drink too much alcohol (I just had that talk) or all of the above. Calories are going in that is detrimental to your health. Stop it. SRSLY.
Above all else, let your kids go. Your job as a hands-on parent has a time limit. Raise them to be strong and independent and they’ll know you’ll be there when they stumble. But for gawdsakes, let them go. The amount of whining I see on the FB of parents who’s children are off to college or the military or even camp is astounding. Shut. Up. They are embracing opportunity and it is their time to live. It’s not about you anymore. Sure, there are twinges of childhoods gone but the fact that they’re on their own is a good thing. Stop babying them…unless they’re a baby. Say NO, teach them right from wrong. Stop explaining how “we don’t want to do that because…” BECAUSE IT’S WRONG! That’s what they need to know. Right, wrong, and that mommy won’t always be there to cushion your fall. But you’ll be okay. We can’t have our children living at home in their 30’s because they’re too afraid to go out in the world and fail. Because they’re not kids anymore. Differentiate between those two words, Children and Kids. Very different. Let ’em go.
Eat bacon. Slab bacon is best. We’re out, so I’ve gotta go get some.
There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth; not going all the way, and not starting.
Buddha
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