When I started getting serious about my health I was over 200lbs, had a 38 inch waist, and never dreamed of having a good physique. Well, that’s not entirely true. I dreamed of it (especially after a girl would break my heart). But I never honestly thought I could look remarkable. The night I stumbled on Mark Lauren’s book You Are Your Own Gym started me on the right path, though at the time I was pretty deep in the wrong part of the woods.
Laying on my stomach for some of the exercises was like laying on a basketball.
Now, ten years later, I can post a shirtless picture of myself get good reactions. On my 41st birthday I did that and my favorite comment was, “Holy shit, dude!” Great. Good for me. But unless I shamelessly put pictures of myself out there (and I am embarrassed when I do, which is why I'm not doing so here) who’s gonna know? With my shirt on, I’m just a short skinny guy.
Abs, popping bicep veins, and defined pecs don’t matter.
I don’t wish I’d had this body twenty years ago. I wish I’d known then what I know that got me here. Again, looking like a Greek statue (I’m really pale) was never the goal. I’m 41 and no one will put me on a muscle magazine cover, nor do I deserve that. The goal was better overall health and the look is just a reflection of that. The greater benefit, the thing that will last long after my body becomes old and decrepit, is what training has done for the rest of me.
Getting and staying healthy requires self-discipline and changes the way you think.
I got fat because I wasn’t paying attention. I wasn’t thinking. We all know Coke and a Snickers bar with a side of Fritos comes with a side of consequences. Even if we don’t want to think about them. Especially when we don’t think about them, because we’ll do it again and again. Cleaning up my diet and moving more has made me more aware. I’m not just living in a haze of eat whatever, drink whatever, repeat.
I also worry less.
Fat Trevor was depressed and anxious. Those thought patterns never fully go away (as anyone who knows me can attest), but hopefully they don’t define me. I know I’m healthy, so I don’t obsess over every abnormality. If there’s an emergency the odds of being able to handle it are now in my favor. I know what I can do even on an empty stomach, and how much I can do in 15 seconds, whether that’s three more good reps or anything else. My appetites don’t have to control me.
More than that, fit and happy people are better creators.
Since less of my time and energy is spent being worried and depressed, imagining horrible things in my personal life, I have more mental freedom to put into my work. My best writing always comes when I’m in a good mood, and nothing lifts my spirits more than a good workout, a brisk walk, or cooking and enjoying a healthy meal. I train in the morning and it sets the tone for the rest of the day, to the degree I don't feel right on rest days. It winds up the turbine and I can transfer that energy into my writing.
No one wants to read something written on the fumes of apathy.
Looking good half naked is cool and all. But it’s what it took getting here that’s changed me the better. Recently there was a post going around written by a very short guy in his early 20’s who resents the way he’s treated. Girls either think he’s cute or gross. The problem isn’t his height, which he can’t change. Getting jacked will only help so much. If he really wants people to respond to him differently he has to change something else. If he becomes gracious and kind, everyone will notice and remember that more than his stature.
But getting there requires self-discipline, confidence, and inner peace (corny as it sounds).
I know from experience that a degree fitness people will notice requires self-discipline (and when you see a fit person you immediately know), inspires confidence, and develops inner peace. If that journey gets you to looking like carved marble, cool. But the benefits extend far beyond that.