noun [step·mil]
a machine with a rotating staircase that gives away women’s oral sex techniques, as their cranking the speed up and using their hands to hold onto the rails lets every guy in the gym know what else they use their hands for. see also: DISAPPOINTMENT
noun [kal·uh s]
a roughening of the skin that’s usually formed when working out without gloves and serves as a sign of having testicles. see also: GENDER-NEUTRAL
As much as we’re different, we’re all alike in many ways.
One of the ways we share traits is that we all fail to do what we’re supposed to do in some aspect of our lives while having no difficulty doing what we’re supposed to do in another area. We all do this, even me…and I’m fucking PERFECT!
For example, you might not make it to the gym on a consistent basis but have a stellar attendance record at work or school (you don’t have stellar attendance at work or school, but just play along with me here!).
Speaking to me, as much as my nutrition and training has been spot-on throughout the years, the quantity of sleep has been garbage. I’ve routinely dropped the ball on going to sleep at a reasonable time so I can get adequate rest to let my body repair itself.
In essence, we fall short in doing what we need to do in one place but come up big in another, with that area we’re missing the mark on being something that we know we have to fix but just can’t muster up the umph to. Well, this is how to make yourself do what you need to do!
What the author calls for in that link you’re about to click is drastic, but sometimes that’s what’s necessary.
…and in your case, it’s absolutely necessary!
A new online coaching client tried to attribute their clearer skin to the changes I made to their diet, with them consuming less fat than they did before working with me.
Never one to shy away from taking credit for things I need not take credit for, I accepted the thanks.
Hey, you better catch the roses while you’re still alive and people are throwing them at you, so you’re damn right I took the motherfucking credit…
…but only after I told her that the connection between oily food and oily skin isn’t causative and she still continued heaping appreciation my way because, fuck, how could she not be appreciative?!
After all, I’m her fucking coach and I’ve succeeded where others have failed in doing things to change her body!!!
Anyway, like I was saying before my humility got the best of me, oily food has nothing to do with oily skin.
Well, at least not sometimes!
noun [mid·nahyt]
when a calorie stops being a calorie and the body no longer metabolizes them like it did at 11:59:59 PM and any time of the day prior. see also: MYTH
