Most days I do my work out of a medium sized coffee shop in a medium sized town. I have trouble working from home. Part of the problem is concentration. The other problem is kids, which leads to the problem of concentration. Kids are blatherskites. You love them but at times wish you could seal them in closet for an hour. I would give them a box of cereal, obviously.
And at this medium sized coffee shop, in this medium sized town, there is a bowl of hardboiled eggs available for those of us who think carbs are what makes us fat. But they are oftentimes hard to peel. It was mentioned to the cook once (I won’t say by who) that she should flash them in a pot of cold water before putting them out, as there is some science to suggest doing so may make the shells detach some. She ignored it—the science, that is. Her denial has caused me some grief, and a lot of lost egg whites.
People who work at this medium sized coffee shop have gotten to know me. Being there has led to the forming of friendships. And sometimes, they ask for advice. Often on fitness, other times on business. They see the life I lead and say it is something they should like to have for themselves, to some extent. They dream of no longer working for someone else (“the man”), and having muscle. Most of these people are young, but older than I was when I started my first business. So, I tell them the same thing: You’ve got to get a move on.
But before you take a risk you have to acquire skill. And in order to acquire skill you have to find your self-discipline; you have to learn to work hard. This is where the look sometimes goes out of their eye. Because I tell them how in high school I forwent hanging out with my friends so I could practice guitar, how in college I hardly attended social functions so I could focus on getting my business going. Life = managing compromises. Even now at this coffee shop, I am giving something up. I don’t have the ability to disconnect like they do, to check out at the end of the day. I may not work for somebody else, but there is no “checking out” for me at the end of my day. I bring business to bed with me.
OK, well, what about working out then? Could you give me some advice there? Same thing. The first step is to be clear on what you want. After that, what you’re willing to give up in order to get it. You want abs, then? Well, there’s a very long list of things that are going to have to be forfeit in order for that to happen, and you’re not going to particularly like any one of them. I eat lightly and lift a lot of weight. I avoid sugar, and hardly drink. When people get beer, I get seltzer water—most of the time. I also walk a lot. This is when whoever I’m talking to gives a furtive look toward one of the Danishes. They’re thinking about it. Is it worth it?
IS it worth it?
It’s always been worth it.
PS – I offer coaching on this.