Somewhere beneath the surface of everyday life, you can feel it beating. Like a war drum announcing a vicious onslaught, this drum beats louder the longer you wait.
This beating serves as a call to something greater. Something more than you’re currently giving yourself and the world.
The greatest version of yourself, whatever that means to you, is pounding away from the inside, trying to beat it’s way out.
It’s undeniable. Men are in trouble, and it’s not getting any better.
We dominate the suicide stats, accounting for more than 7/10 suicides in the US.
We’re 3x more likely to use drugs than women, and overdose twice as often (1).
Fewer men are going to college every year, and it’s declining at a stunning rate (2) (3).
And speaking of declining, our testosterone levels are 50% lower than men the same age in the 1950’s (4).
We’re weaker, softer, and literally half the men our grandfathers were.
What the hell is going on?
Now, this is clearly a big, complex issue. Too big for me to solve, so if you have thoughts, give me your thoughts. Let’s work together on this.
With that said, here are some of my thoughts.
I had a great conversation with a client of mine the other day. She was asking about Keto, it's benefits, and if cutting out carbs would help her lose more weight.
I explained to her that Keto works just fine for weight loss. But it comes with some pretty aggressive downsides, one of which is...
...No CARBS at ALL.
Sorry if that was dramatic, but giving up carbs for the sake of weight loss doesn't sound like the juice is worth the squeeze. I'll explain why in a moment.
When you take a look at the Keto lifestyle, it seems easy enough. I mean, look at all the bacon they get to eat.
Welcome to the Age of the Participation Trophy.
We're giving medals to kids for falling down and getting back up, we're more focused on inflating self-esteem than we are on building character, and some schools no longer allow best friends because it's not inclusive enough.
As a society, this is going to cost us. But not as much as it's going to cost the individuals who are victim to this coddling.
A funny thing happens when you walk in the rain, and decide not to be a drama queen about it.
Instead of running, covering your head with your arms, and cursing the heavens for your terrible luck, you just walk to your car, casually, like it's a normal day.
You realize it's just water, it doesn't feel that bad, and the worst part about it is the dramatics we add to the experience.
Sure, wet clothes aren't ideal. But still, our suffering is found in our response to the rain, not in the rain itself.
The problem is, we're comfort junkies.