Free flow here. I’m in the middle of an intense coding session, but wanted to make sure to get this out for Thursday.
It’s a little more raw than normal, but I don’t want to change the vibe and edit it up too much.
Look at it as a random peering into my mind. Heh.
I’ve been working for the last week or two on this here blog, tweaking headers, changing email opt ins, coding in the background…
Can you tell?!
I didn’t think so.
If there is anything I’ve noticed about success, is that it’s so granular, everything is SMALL.
Over the last 6 months my health has become my number one priority, probably the first time ever.
I’ve been gaining muscle mass pretty nicely, keeping lean while still gaining mass and eating a fairly paleo diet.
But I got to the point where I really want to have a six pack for once in my life, and GOD DAMN IT, this is way harder than I expected.
I’ve gone FULL paleo/primal the last week or so. No cheat meals, ZERO non-veggie carbs, no snacks whatsoever other than frozen berries, and a nibble of dark chocolate to keep me sane.
That didn’t do it.
I’d already cut my alcohol consumption to a TENTH of what it was the last few years, but realized if I wanted to hit the next ab level I’d have to cut beer out entirely, since it’s estrogen producing side effects aren’t gonna help cut the beer gut.
Still, I can only see small incremental differences, but this is not the ZyZZ abs I want.
So now I’ve started to fast for 16 hours a day to try and stay in fat burning mode as long as possible, we’ll see what happens. It’s been super weird because the club culture here in Buenos Aires starts at 2AM, and goes til about 7:30 in the morning
So for me to fast properly, I have to stop eating at midnight, and then only drink water for the next 7-8 hours before crashing out and waking up at 4PM.
Shit is cray.
Like I said before, I’m hitting my blog hard with lots of updates as I prepare for a product launch in the next few months.
I’ve been putting it off for so long because I knew the work that was going to go into this, holy shit, it’s never ending.
But I’ve just been taking a granular process to the whole thing.
A few hours a day, tweak the high traffic pages, organize the testimonials, decrease bounce rates, increase time on site, cut the header in half, etc. etc.
It doesn’t FEEL like I’ve done anything, yet it’s been a week or 2 of constant effort to add that 1%.
One percent here, one percent there, it’s all STARTING to come together, and I can’t wait until everything is a fine tuned machine of awesomeness and I can chill back for a while. (Not that I have much stress here in Buenos Aires anyway, heh)
It’s almost a new version of the old Mastery curve by George Leonard.
He says growth doesn’t happen in a smooth line, you usually develop skills in a stair step like process.
I always used to think this was because of trial and error. You try something, it doesn’t work. You try ONE HUNDRED more things, until ultimately there is a breakthrough.
There is another side of this stair step as well, where you just don’t see the growth until some landmark event, or you juxtapose yourself compared to some older situation in your past and see how far you’ve come.
That’s why the ready, FIRE, aim approach works so well.
Just get started, and sculpt it, whether it be your game, your attitude, your business, or your health, as time goes by.
Then one day you look back and realize how far you’ve come.
I’m super excited to get back home next week and see the family for the first time in 4 months. It’s been a long time away from the US.
It’s always interesting to see how I fit back in with my family and friends after living in the “slippery slope of self development” for so long.
I feel like I age 40 years every 40 days. My perspective of the world and my place in it changes DAILY, and then I get back, and wonder if anyone notices that I’m different.
I feel totally different, yet no one ever says anything. Am I?
Maybe it’s because I don’t talk crazy self help shit with my friends and family from home, I’m just excited to be around them for a little while.
Maybe I’m just completely full of myself and think I’m the only one pushing myself, growing, and constantly “leaning into my edge” as David Deida would call it.
But I don’t care about sports, TV, gossip, politics, my neighbors problems, or ANYONE’S problems for that matter.
I’m too busy living.
Too busy creating stories.
One. Step. At a time.
Damn I’m hungry. And fried from staring at a computer screen for the last 8 hours.
Matt and Alex went out again, I’m staying in…
Pass out, windows open, close the blinds, sleep in sheets, summer time in Chicago.
Life is good.