Describe a situation that you’ve felt you’ve been wronged.

Describe in as much detail as you can why you’ve been wronged. Describe that person.

Did you describe them with any positive words?

How did the situation make you feel? Who was involved? How did it radically change you values? Your opinions of others? Your generalized opinion of the world? How did you have to change your life?

Define the word “forgiveness” without using a dictionary.

Can you forgive whoever did you wrong in the situation? Even if you choose not to forgive right now, what good could come of forgiving that person?

Put yourself in the place of the person that did you wrong. How could their childhood played a role in the incident? How do you think they felt when they did you wrong?

How does it feel to forgive the wrong-doer? And in what ways have you grown?

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You know what I’m talking about.

You’ve heard it before.

Maybe you’ve even said it.

“Yeah man, I’ll be there around 4…”

Or better yet, “how’s 4 ish…?”

None of theses fly with me.

There are a few reasons I set all my appointments for :07, :37, or :17…

1. Punctuality is increased. Dramatically. Why’s that important? Well, asides from the obvious respect for my time it shows when clients and meetings are run on time, the psychological response of a late person is frantic and scattered. Do you think that changes in a meeting or a personal training session. Heck no. I then spend 20 minutes getting the psychology of the meeting in place, or spend 10 minutes longer on neurological warm ups sorted out so the athlete gets in the right mindset before lifting heavy things above his or her head.

When the client shows up at 4:05, they’re actually 2 minutes early. You might be surprised how much difference that makes…

2. More importantly, when you say “ish”, “kinda”, “maybe” and all other forms of “soft talk” (see Procabulary.org) you give yourself a lax deadline… so how could you possibly make a set time?

You’re guaranteeing your own failure at making a set time when you don’t actually hold yourself accountable to a set time.

So here’s my challenge of the week.

Pick an appointment and consciously pick a time and make it to the appointment by that time. Verbalize it to hold accountability. It can be as simple as going out with friends and just telling them you’ll be there by 6:15 rather than “around 6”.

Let me know how that goes. And how that feels.

Til next time,

Stay sweet!

There are so many examples of this in every aspect of our lives.

It blows my mind sometimes.

Get this. My dog doesn’t eat his dog food when I give him the option of prime rib. Why? Well of course he gets more immediate gratification from the tasty human food.

Dog brain is oddly similar to human brain. It must be the animal in us…

Let’s look at broccoli versus donuts.

Immediate gratification – for sure the donut. The dopamine triggered from that high glycemic indexed, highly inflammatory food choice (I say choice because I don’t believe something that is contributing to the epidemics of obesity, diabetes, heart disease etc should be in the same league as longevity-promoting, nutrient-rich real food) is unparalleled. You’re happy emotions are running high after that first bite. Much like the crackhead’s experience with their first hit of smack.

Here’s the thing. That feeling is as temporary as the satisfaction of a new instagram follower. It lasts for a few moments and then, like an addiction, you need more.

You wonder why you can’t seem to get into shape when January rolls around, yet you tend to avoid actually taking action and hiring a professional to keep you motivated and accountable.

You didn’t do anything drastic enough to incite change.

Would you try to build a house from scratch?

Your health is your foundation. It’s the only thing you have to live in your whole life.

So why the heck haven’t you hired a professional to help you take care of that?

It’s just incredible how people can go on thinking that things will magically happen for them. Without DRASTIC, IMMEDIATE and STRATEGIC action to any plan you might have, it’ll always be just that. Just a plan.

Again, thanks for stopping by.

Til Next Time,

Namaste sweet!

Ps. If you want to learn more about proper programming, exercise and fitness tips and don’t wanna break the bank, join me this Sunday! I’m going to host a free educational webinar on how to get in shape and stay there —-> click here to register

Starts at 6:07 pm MST

Hope to see ya there!

As I stand here, warming up in the bomby -2.5C Calgarian November morning, I look around to see nothing but open park, glorious cityscape and a few tourists over the stairs at Crescent Heights. The same stairs that the team and I meet every Sunday, at 11:07.

Not this Sunday though. I was the lone wolf.

I heard lots of inquiries, lots of interest, some were unfortunately sick and others had previous engagements and that’s all fine. I’m okay if you don’t show up. I have zero influence on what people prioritize until they see what health and wellness will do for them.

Ironic because most of the excuses I hear revolve around “I’m tired, I’m gonna sleep in, I’ve been working nights, I’m getting sick, I have no time for that…” which all stem from the root of why you should be joining me every Sunday at 11:07!

I don’t do this because I like it all the time. I do it because I know the alternative of depression, anxiety, poor conditioning, sickness, lethargy, zero motivation, ambition and the feeling of insecurity far outweighs the shitty 35:07 of a little hard breathing, muscle soreness and pounding heart. Yeah. I show up.

I’d encourage you to do the same the next time you say you will. Physically and mentally. At the end of the day, you’re only letting yourself down.

I did my reps.

Until you’ve been there, it’s not something you can fake the “I understand” bullshit sympathy symphony.

You don’t. And that’s okay.

Sometimes you just get cold, confused people and their reactions.

Putting yourself in their shoes won’t always help either. If they don’t have the same level of empathy, care and compassion as you – you’re about to be destroyed. Emotionally. But that’s okay cause a real man doesn’t show emotions.

That’s all this is though, right? Just me not able to handle my emotions. I’m not a real man. You know the drill.

Oh what the difference “I think I’ve got the flu…” would have made…

Thanks for hearing me out. This right here goes to show the power of just listening without judgement or expectation.

For those of you who are battling mental illness, reach out. In Calgary and area, 811 will get you on with health link, and they’ll take care of you. Otherwise, go see your doctor and stay sweet.

Paaayce!

M

I️ get it now.

I️ actually caught myself, first thing today – “I hate this job.”

Woah. Okay, what?

It’s not the job. Well, kinda. I️ mean, I’m still super grateful for having friends that can help me out in dire times, but the lesson has been learned.

“You’re so much more than a shovel.”

That’s what Steve told me when I reached out for help and support today when I️ was really hurting. There’s been few people in my life over the years that can pick me up with elegance but also get me to respond and make the appropriate change. Thank you, Steve. And everyone else I was in touch with today.

I stopped my job, emailed cardiology; my nurse and counsellor from when I was down after skating had to stop, and realized this time it was all about me.

My body was not going to do it today. Chest tightness, palpitations, you name it. My heart was not happy. Which is super concerning for those that know me. Overall, an uneasy fear described my morning. Like I said, “I hate this job”. Well, my body listened today.

It’s such a battle. Some days are totally fine. I’m 10/10 happy, jumping around being silly, then days like this make me want to quit everything and just lay in my bed.

I had a super haunting nightmare last night. I was back at the old house, Sarah answered the door. I was going back to just apologize, but it was mid day, so I️ don’t know why I thought I would see them all at Tuscany. Anyway, I don’t remember much but sitting around the kitchen table by myself, waiting.

There was an eerie feeling, hence the nightmare. I actually thought he was going to come home to kill me. A lot of people don’t know this, but on one of my first days at World Health Curtis attacked me with a belt, broke skin through my gym shorts across the side of my leg. I still have a scar. It would have been fitting for our first and last engagement to be so violent. Fucking psychopath.

I think the dream set my intent on the day.

I was not going to succumb to imminent death. I was glad to have woken up. So glad.

And from the nightmare of lack of control today and doing things that rob me of my soul, take my power and I’m committed to no longer allow for that.

Thank you Flo. As always, thanks for listening.

Reach out if you’re feeling like you’re in a dark place. There’s a ton of support and free counsel. Call health link, 811 for more info or just talk to your doctor. I gotta run to my appointment right now, so PEACE!M

There no secret. Alliterations aside, my friends are few, fucking and fantastic.

When you have a crew that’s got your back, a crew that invites you inside their world, inside their dreams… you just feel safe.

I owe a lot to my friends. “A lot” in the sense of the man I’ve become. Without the love, support and patience, especially the patience – I would be lost in the woods.

And oftentimes I feel that I still am.

But you know what, it’s a helluva lot more fun to get lost together.

Thanks for reading,