by Max | Aug 23, 2023 | Health, Mindset
Today I wanted to do some pull ups. A good ol’ fashion’ pull day.
I am in a new town and don’t have a pull up bar, so I googled “workout park near me”. Calestehnics-parks.com was the first result and showed me a park that was nearby. Seems like a great tool actually.
But when I bicycled over to the park, it was a children’s playground. I can make due on a playground but the bar was really low and not at all what I was hoping for. I wanted one of those dedicated workout parks. Blast!
But I did the best workout I could do, and felt good about myself.
I think that this practice of trying to adapt and accomplish the mission, even if it’s janky and not how you pictured it, is an extremely good practice.
I suspect people with children are forced into this practice. I think all good entrepreneurs have mastered this. Sometimes it feels like the entire state of Israel is one janky attempt at getting things done however possible.
Letting a hiccup derail your plan is easy to do and probably what our brains default to. It’s a pretty “Fixed Mindset” trait. Very tempting to give up, saying “I would’ve done it, if the setup had been right”. Perfect is the enemy of the good, and all that jazz.
Life is messy, there will always be hiccups. Nothing will go according to plan.
I did the best I could, and feel happy and proud that I did.
by Max | Aug 22, 2023 | Health, Mindset
Another late arrival to the blinking cursor! Work got in the way, and then lunch. Writing now after lunch, which means I’m in a lactose-derived brain fog.
I’m pretty sure I’m both allergic to dairy and lactose intolerant. Why do I keep eating dairy? It’s just so damn good.
My first coffee of the day is black, and I usually have a good intermittent fast cookin’ until lunch time. But at lunch, if there’s dairy involved, my afternoon coffee is replete with half-and-half cream.
I ought to get away from using the cream in that coffee, and switch to oat milk or just stick with black.
But I had cheese on my eggs for lunch.
And I used butter to cook those eggs.
This brings up for me a concept that my partner told me about, that I think she heard from some influencer on instagram – Don’t Slash All Your Tires. If you puncture a tire when driving down the road, you don’t then take out a knife and slash each one of your tires.
I like this concept and it’s so apt to describe addiction or self-reinforcing behavior or whatever more accurate psychoanalytical term there is out there.
Just because I used butter to cook the eggs, doesn’t mean I need to put cheese on the eggs. Just because I put cheese on the eggs, doesn’t mean I need to then put cream in my coffee.
But I broke the dairy seal! I cracked the threshold and now I’m on dairy. I now know that, objectively, this is just an excuse to justify behavior that I only want to partially be accountable for. It’s addiction talking. I used to do the same thing if I smoked some weed, or had a drink, or puffed a cigarette. The seal is broken, I might as well let it all loose and get totally fucked up beyond recognition.
Long story short, I failed today with dairy. I slashed all my tires.
But maybe tomorrow I’ll avoid the cream at least and drive away with one full tire. That would be an excellent little victory.
