So I’m trying this thing where I overhaul my life in 90 days. This from a guy who routinely denies his obnoxious alarm and can find pretty much any reason to indulge in the dopamine of the moment. But I’m going to try.
Right now, its 5:20 am. My alarm was set for 5:00 am. Though it was supposed to be set for 4:45 am… I gave myself a little bit of leniency on day one. It’s a holiday, right?
And the only reason I’m awake right now is that when I rubbed my eyes post-alarm, I realized, through extreme irritancy that I had forgotten to take my contacts out.
I don’t know how much detail I’m supposed to go into regarding my almost failing this morning because I don’t write like this. By ‘this’ I mean journaling. It makes me a little queasy. The fact that I can barely spell modest words anymore makes me even less enthused. So bear with me as I stumble through these first few entries; trying to find myself in a world of short-forming and broken communication.
Anyways, 90 days. That’s the plan. I’ll be 34 soon. And I thought that I would start something like this back when I turned 30. You know, that moment when another day passes but you’ve seemingly dissolved your youth in a flash? Maybe that’s 40. For me it felt like 30 and every day that passes reminds me that I’ve all but wasted the best years of my life.
I’m rambling again.
90 Days. The plan is to change the course of my life by being a damn Saint for 90 days. I have three very boring goals that pretty much everyone has at all times in their lives. **NOTE TO SELF – Stop editing. [Continues…] So these goals are:
Transform my dilapidated meat sack into something worth viewing in a mirror.
Is this title SEO-friendly? I’ll guess not. But I don’t know any other way to describe it at this point. I’ve fallen apart. Not that I was ever really ‘together.’ But I would really like to see what I can do with this thing and ride out the remaining years of my so-called prime in something that resembles a Bugatti rather than a beat-up Civic with a shit muffler.
One thing I’ve learned about fitness during my 14-year escapade as a trainer is to keep it simple. This is hard for me because I complicate literally everything. Overthinking. My curse. My pleasure. My cross-to-bear. Or is it bare? It’s one of them. Right! Training. Keep it simple. This is how I’m going to do it…
- I’ll train 6 days per week. Mostly in the mornings before I start my work day.
- 3-Day split-repeat:
- Upper Back + Chest + Biceps
- Legs + Abs
- Lats + Shoulders + Triceps
- OFF
- 3-Day split-repeat:
- I’ll select 2 exercises for each body part. A primary exercise to do most of the work. And a secondary exercise to superset from set 7 onward or to follow to finish me off.
- Primary Exercise: 8 x 10
- Secondary Exercise: 4 x 12-20
- Nutrition is going to be challenging. Not only will I be eating cleaner, eating less, and generally dying, but I’ll also be fasting for 18 hours a day with a 6-hour feeding window. Wahoo…
- I’ll have 3 meals. One balanced. One Protein/Fat. One Shake.
- Keeping it simple, I’ll eat a modified carnivore diet which works well for me.
Next up,
Retraining My Monkey Brain For Growth & Abundance.
I’ll admit, I’m a natural-born skeptic. And sometimes this makes it hard to keep my focus on the big picture. I’ve become locked into old programs and I’m tired of living this way. It’s time to refresh my view, clarify my position, and demonstrate something akin to realistic positivity.
This is the least simple goal of all three. It’s uncharted territory and there isn’t a roadmap I can easily follow to the finish line. So I’m going to start at the root – my operating system. I’m going to say that this involves my Values, my Beliefs, my Attitudes, and my Self-Awareness. For the time being, I see these as separate categories for an integrated system of programs that produce ‘me’, my personality, and my actions, as an outcome.
Over the past few years, I’ve lost my sense of direction in this violently insane world. Everything is upside down and beyond ridiculous. Quite honestly, I don’t know how to live in it anymore. So I plan to live just outside of it.
Beyond the programming, and really to maintain the new programming, I’m going to need some help keeping myself focused in my moments of weakness which I’m sure will be frequent. I’m not sure what these helping tools will be yet but I’ll get back to you.
Last but not least,
Learning Videography & Filmmaking
Let me clearly state that I am not presently super interested in learning these skills. But I see them as vital to my desired career path in the creative space and the eventual development of my personal brand.
Normally, I’d break this down into a phased approach but unfortunately, I have some projects that require immediate editing so I’ll have to try to learn everything all at once. That means:
- Pre-production
- Production
- Post-production
It’s already making me nauseous. But at this stage, I’m not going to be studying the advanced art of it all. I’m really just trying to cobble together the basics well enough that I can put viable pieces of content together without hurling my Mac through the drywall.
In order to do this, I think that the most important things I can focus on are:
- Storytelling
- Lighting & angles
- Software basics; cuts & tempo.
I could be wrong, considering I know very little about this subject. But it feels right so that’s what I’m going to do.
Now, let’s talk about what I have to give up to make this happen, or rather the cost of transforming my aesthetic, my brain, and my skill in 90 days.
Emptying My Proverbial Trash Can
Drinking. This doesn’t sound like a cost given the rising price of alcohol in Ontario but some days it’s nice to kick back after a long one and slug a few. Especially if I have to do any writing. The drink works like lubrication for the affixed, anal-retentive mind. But it’s got to go. It’s probably the worst offender when it comes to me being an idiot and me being a fat-ass.
Treats. Between chocolate, juice, and baked goods, I’m pretty much a little chubster. I be loving it all. Now that Easter is over, and there are not really any events between now and my Birthday, I should be able to skate by this one pretty easily.
Excuses. I am the master of these. Just call me the CEO of Rationalizing. I’m too tired. It’s been a long day. Treat yourself. Who cares anyways. It won’t hurt you, it’s just one day! And these are just the lazy ones. I’m sure you can imagine the lengths one can go to to avoid an undesirable task or grant themselves a pleasurable one.
Screen Time. I spend a lot of time absorbing useless garbage. Netflix re-runs. YouTube rabbit holes. Mindless scrolling. The remedy? Delete social media. And only task YouTube with answering specific questions related to my focus on Videography/Filmmaking. The only question now is what do I do when I poop?
Fuck the Transitions. This Is the End
I’ve sat here for over an hour trying to puke this out. At first, it was kind of easy. Then it got hard. Then I got bored. Then I said “Fuck the Transitions” – and I’m also going to say fuck the editing. I’m not even going to let AI cruise through it for readability. It’s not that kind of post. It’s for me. And I hope to never read it again.
See you tomorrow Internet.
B