Sometimes I look in the mirror and say…
Who Is That?
Yes, I’m “buff.”
As in, the outside of my body is muscled. My body fat is pretty low and I fill a t shirt and jeans fairly well.
It’s even more fun being in that place when the half century mark is pretty darn close by. Between the shape I’m in now and my love for/addiction to exercise, it feels like I’m gonna get to keep this for a while.
Truth: I really enjoy being buff, on a few different levels.
For one thing, it’s fun to have my body as an ally, not something to overcome. Many people, if not most are struggling with aspects of their physicality that complicate their lives. Overweight, or low energy, or some kind of chronic issue that slows down their ability to do the things they want to do.
And by no means am I perfect. Summer time, and my skin is popping out eczema all over.
But that’s an inconvenience, not a game changer. I can laugh it off, and have actually made progress in meditating it away.
For another thing – and this is the big one where I can help other people…maybe you – my body, or shame and embarrassment over it was something I lived with throughout my teenage years and early adulthood.
Yeah, true confessions. I was always among the last kids to get picked for the kickball team.
And I was the middle school kid who got the books knocked out of his hands by the tough guys…and never stood up to them.
And even though I was a decent pitcher playing Little League baseball, I was always one of the smaller guys on the team.
Now, here’s the interesting part…
For a while, when I was in tenth grade I started lifting the weights my parents got me as a birthday present. Every night, I’d dutifully do bench presses with the barbells in the basement.
Then one day I looked in the bathroom mirror and saw something strange…
You think I would be thrilled.
I stopped lifting right then and there.
Didn’t pick them up again until I was in college.
Do you understand why?
I didn’t have the self-image of someone who was strong, confident and “buff.”
Even though the muscles were there, I still saw Larry as small, weak and helpless.
When we’re challenged with something that changes how we see ourselves, we either change our self-talk to something more healthy…
Or we bail on our progress.
The rest of the story is covered in HOW TO RECEIVE if you want to check it out.
And a few things had to happen before I settled comfortably into my role as “buff guy.”
But the important thing is this…
You can buy all the stuff you want.
You can spend years walking a treadmill at two miles an hour.
You can eat “low fat” potato chips all day, waiting for the pounds to melt off.
You can even buy coaching with the hope that you’ll lose weight, explode your business, find the love of your life, etc.
You can convince yourself of anything. We’re good at that.
Until you figure out you are good enough, worthy enough and deserving enough for any kind of success you want…and are disciplined enough to do the work to make it happen…
You’ll stay on that low achievement treadmill of self-delusion.
And when you finally get used to the idea that you are beautiful, capable and deserve to experience all your POWER, the game will change in your favor.
With Strength And Compassion,
P.S. Compassion…when I finally got to the place where the muscles popped out, I spent a bit of time wanting to “get back at” the people who made me feel small when I was younger.
Truth is…there weren’t any. They were just doing what they do. Anyone who “holds you back” is doing so with your permission. Once I got that through my head, I not only enjoyed my new body, I was able to find the peace and play that goes with it.
It left room for love and admiration for people who were farther along on the journey than I was…and for people who were still struggling.
Let me help you break the barriers to getting a body that’s your friend, not your enemy…or anything else you’d love to do!