17/02/2022
PAY THE IRON PRICE ⛓
We’re bombarded with bu****it these days. Smothered by sales tactics. Pressured by promises of a quick-fix-easy-win-magical-f**king-potion that will solve our ‘problems’ (many of which weren’t problems until someone in a marketing department somewhere decided they were).
And this has created a culture of wanting - or worse, expecting - results in return for very little effort.
Our hyper-connected lives are suffocating us with social media snapshots of what someone else has, or looks like, and how ‘quickly’ or ‘easily’ it appears they got there.
But it takes years to become an overnight success.
Now I’m not suggesting for a second that I am that success.
But, as an example - I get messages from some people insisting I write out my workout routine for them. Spell out everything about my training and my diet. And then practically guarantee them that they’ll get the same results.
And then complain when I don’t do that.
Yes, I run this page to encourage exercise as an essential tool in diabetes management.
No, I’m not a qualified personal trainer. No, I don’t pretend to be.
Yes, I’m happy to speak in general terms, about a balanced diet and the benefits of resistance training and how daily walks can make a big difference.
No, I won’t copy and paste my program. And no, I certainly won’t promise results.
Besides, I’ve been working out for 10 years. You want all of that in 10 minutes?
Maybe I seem arrogant or ungrateful. Most of the time I’m genuinely flattered by the compliment and I’ll share what I can - within reason and responsibly.
When it comes from a place of impatience, ignorance and expectation, flattery turns to frustration.
Cut the bu****it, quit the moaning, and figure out how badly you want this for yourself. Not because someone else might be able to give you a shortcut.
Do your own research. Invest in professional guidance. Commit to a consistent, dedicated, disciplined routine. And prepare to make sacrifices for it.
Because there are no shortcuts. Respect the process. Put in the f**king work.
The dumbbells don’t lie. 20kg is 20kg.
Pay the iron price.