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Turning Your Excuses Into Progress

Excuses aren’t helpful. Agreed? Good.

Moving on.

More important are the reasons we feel inclined to make an excuse.

An excuse is used as a justification for a mistake or imperfection. Excuses seek to lessen blame or judgement.

Considering how fucking judgy the fitness world can be, no wonder it’s riddled with excuses. We hate feeling judged!

If we think we’re going to be judged, an excuse is a rational defense mechanism. We all make excuses for our imperfections, so there will be no high horses allowed.

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I don’t fault people for making excuses. That said, if we own the fuck out of our imperfections, we will nurture a greater capacity for growth and behavior change.

The excuses we make to ourselves hold us back the most.

Excuses prevent us from being honest with ourselves.

Self talk matters. When we make excuses, we shirk responsibility.

The missing factor here is acceptance.

We can’t fix our mistakes if we don’t accept the fact that we made them. To move forward we need to be brutally honest.

Excuses are sustain talk– they reinforce our internal status quo.

Taking responsibility and really owning our shit is hard, but it’s challenge worth undertaking.

Reasons, on the other hand, are an analysis. Reasons seek to objectively explain a series of events.

The search for reasons implies acceptance, mindfulness, and assessment. All of which are necessary to overcome our barriers, rather than continue to bash our faces against them.

So how do we turn excuses into reasons?

Build a habit of mindfulness around excuses.

Be on the lookout for excuses. When you notice one, dive into the fear shower and seek out the reasons you made that excuse.

You’re trigger for practicing this habit is guilt. Feelings of guilt usually precede excuses.

If you notice something else that would serve as a more consistent, obvious trigger then by all means use that.

We all have different relationships with food and exercise. I don’t mean to paint this issue as being black and white. My aim is simply to provide a starting point for exploring this relationship.

When you’re trigger happens, tell yourself out loud, “It’s OK”, ideally in the mirror. Next, try to objectively tease out the reasons for the decision in question. A journal where you reflect on your fitness journey can work wonders here.

Note that feelings (guilt, sadness, stress etc) can be objective reasons.

Objective simply means honest. Objective doesn’t mean denying your feelings. It’s actually the opposite. Objectivity means fully embracing and accepting that, “This is how I feel”.

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Be brutally honest. It doesn’t matter what the reason is, as long as it’s honest.

“I was tired and didn’t feel like it” is honest. “It’s OK because I went for a run today” isn’t.

If we can remove moral attachment to foods we can lessen food guilt and the ensuing excuses that stand in the way of our fat loss goals.

Another way to combat food guilt and excuses is to join a crew of people you know won’t judge you because they are experiencing the same struggles.

A culture built around growth and acceptance might be the best way conquer this. And I’m not just saying that because I want you to join the Tribe of Badassery Coaching Group. I promise 🙂

 

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Weekly Fitness Reads: 11/23/15

http://www.losestubbornfat.com/thanksgiving-makes-fat-act-like-sky-falling/

Thanksgiving is just around the corner so it seems fitting that I share an article about dealing with Thanksgiving and weight loss. Around this time of year a ton of articles about how to stay on plan during the holidays, discussing ways to not stuff your face with as much delicious mashed potatoes and turkey. In light of this, the approach Josh takes here is refreshing.

http://anymanfitness.com/what-should-you-do-if-youre-not-naturally-lean/

As someone who has always been “naturally lean”(read:scrawny), I found this read pretty interesting. Anything that provides information from a different perspective is beneficial in my opinion. While I can’t vouch for these strategies as I’ve personally never tried them, they intuitively make sense and the author seems to know what he’s talking about.

https://gokaleo.com/2015/11/20/cognitive-dissonance-or-how-people-convince-themselves-that-dude-didnt-lose-weight-eating-mcdonalds/

A little bit ago, I guy did a little experiment where he ate nothing but McDonald’s while maintaining a caloric deficit. Naturally, dude lost weight and naturally, the internet threw a shitfit. This article explains said shitfit.

This Might Be The Silliest Thing I Have Ever Written

Half-assin it might be a quarter ass too much.

Us humans half-ass a lot of things. Frankly, I think we ought to full-ass things more often.

What if I told you that half-assing something might actually be full-assing in disguise? Or that half-assing could be a quarter-ass too much?

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You following me so far? No? Good. If you were able to follow that I’d be concerned.

It does make sense, I assure you.

Ok, so just what the hell am I talking about?

Well, for starters I just wanted an excuse to say the phrase “full-assing”. “Half-assing” is in the common vernacular, but no one ever says “full-assing”. Why is this? It’s implied, no? If one can half ass something then surely one can full-ass something. Do we simply never have to glorious opportunity to say such a thing because half-assing is so rampant?

See I think we aren’t as lazy as we think we are.

I probably seemed pretty lazy as a youth. I never made my bed and pretty much did, what I felt, was the bare minimum in school. And I complained quite a bit about doing chores around the house. In comparison to the migrant workers working in the neighboring fields under the scorching Central Valley sun, I was quite the spoiled little shit. Then again most people are spoiled little shits compared to migrant workers. Truth is, I just didn’t connect mowing the lawn or making my bed with my values or identity.

I still don’t make my bed. But I’m also somewhat of a workaholic when it comes  to my job because I’m passionate about what I do.

My clients are all extremely dedicated, hard workers. I swear, getting them to take longer rest periods between sets is like pulling teeth, even on the days when they say they are feeling lazy. This is an example of the perception of half-assery when the reality is full assery, and maybe then some.

We may feel like we are half-assing our fitness efforts when we are, in fact, overly-assing it. Overly-assing it means we have taken on more ass than we can handle. If we can’t seem to make headway, we might be assin’ it too hard.

This is the paradox. Now, I’m of the mind that if we’re going to do something, we should full-ass it. However, that doesn’t mean we need to attempt to get everything perfect– far from it. What this means is that we should commit to things that we can easily full-ass, rather than commit to behaviors that are unrealistically difficult only to end up half-assing it.

This is really just a sillier way of saying that we ought to commit to small, reasonable habits that progress over time, setting ourselves up for wins. The alternative is setting ourselves up for failure by holding ourselves to impossible, impractical standards.

Diet rules are all entirely made up, by us. We make up these rules and then we follow them based on their intent, or we try to cheat the system we have created for ourselves, technically following the self imposed rules, but working around the reasons we made the rules in the first place. This gets us nowhere. Thus, we need to create rules that we don’t want to cheat. If we are making up the rules, we ought to set ourselves up for success, rather than failure by holding ourselves to unrealistic standards.

We ought to commit to behaviors that we are 100% certain we can full-ass. This will be a much quicker, easier route to success than setting the standards so high that we have no choice but to half-ass it.

That then allows us room to grow and expand on those habits, building on our successes, rather than retreating from what we perceive as failures. These aren’t failures, they are simply a mistake of committing to something that we could not ass to the fullest. Sometimes it feels like we aren’t doing enough, when in reality we are doing too much. It feels like we are half-assing our efforts we didn’t adhere 100% to our unrealistic plan. This leads us to think we are lazy, when in reality we let our ambition trump our patience.

Success begets success. If we have complete control over what we decide to commit to, let’s commit to something we can do right, rather than something we can’t. This doesn’t mean we are slacking off, it means we are working smarter, being in tune with our psychology.

When do this, we end up doing the same amount of work to greater success, but with less effort and stress. And of equal importance, we actually move forward, rather than stagnate. When we listen to where we are at, progress goes much smoother. The fastest way to climb a mountain is one step at a time.

Is It Worth It?

“Sonofa%*^%^$^S$&*Balls*(&^(%Cranberry&%*^($!!!!”

These were the words that escaped my lips ever so gently as an excruciating pain ripped through my ankle. I cautiously glanced at my foot. My ankle looked like an anaconda that hadn’t fully digested yesterday’s brunch of sautéed capybara .

Clutching my leg and attempting to gather my thoughts, I surveyed the flat, open farmland, which was quite beautiful at that time of day actually. My mind was elsewhere though. I was slightly more concerned with the large grapefruit that had blossomed in my foot.

My house was at least good hundred yards away, and the dry, flakey dirt was riddled with gopher holes. I looked up at the roof towering above my curled up frame. Doing my best to avoid the ubiquitous gopher holes, I grabbed my skateboard and hobbled away using my board as a cane. It didn’t work that well, but it was better than nothing I suppose.

Ow.Step.Ow.Step.Ow.Step.Ow.Step.Ow.Fuck.Ow.Step.Ow…etc.

Half an hour later I made it to the door of my house. When my sister saw me clumsily limping into the air conditioned refuge of my house, she gave a tremendous sigh, “What the hell did you do?”

“Ah, nothing it’s fine, just a sprain”.

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My thinking at the time.

It wasn’t a sprain. I didn’t know it yet but that shiz was broken.

I had to get surgery. It was balls.

I spent a lot of time that summer getting sighed at. Many shook their heads in my general direction. Here’s the thing though:

I regret nothing. NOTHING!

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My thinking now.

Well sure, I regret breaking my ankle. But I don’t regret the attempt at skateboarding off that roof. I don’t regret taking the risk. I was fully aware of the potential repercussions of this dangerous hobby of mine. I wasn’t jumping off the roof expecting to land in the soft embrace of fluffy clouds. Don’t get me wrong, it would have been pretty sweet if I could have Gandalfed off the roof, but I knew that was wishful thinking.

There were plenty of attempts where I DIDN’T break my ankle. In fact, there were significantly more attempts where my ankle didn’t break than did. The outcome of that final attempt was less than desireable, but I still don’t regret it, even after being chided by every single nurse in Tracy General Hospital. If I would have succeeded(which I actually did the day prior, I’ll have you know) I probably wouldn’t have received the same amount of flack. That’s kind of the nature of risk taking– sometimes you get wrecked and end up spending an entire summer playing Banjo-Kazooie on the couch(which was actually pretty sweet) waiting for your ankle to heal so you can jump off more shit, that’s why it’s a risk.

banjo kazooie

At the time, jumping off the roof was worth the potential pride and satisfaction I would incur if I rolled away. The feeling of conquering my fear was worth it. And no, I’m not recommending jumping off the roof. It’s important to take risks, but we must be fully aware of whether or not the potential risk is worth the potential reward for us.

People who don’t take risks, don’t achieve much. Fear of failure, ridicule, or even success holds us back. That’s just how it works. Fear is the mind killer.

That said, when you break your ankle, people will give you shit. Hell, people will give you shit when you succeed. The only way to not have people give you shit is to be spectacularly ordinary. And who the hell wants that?

Anyways, I digress. I want to talk about analyzing the risks and rewards of our fitness attempts.

Answering the question from last week’s post, “Just because I can do something, should I?” entails analyzing not only risks and rewards, but how our priorities and values line up with said risks and rewards.

Looking at our goals is a good starting point. Once we have clear goals it becomes easier to weigh the risks and rewards. Because no matter what we do there is a risk. Always. It might not be the risk of a broken bone, but maybe a missed opportunity. By attempting to take no risks at all, I am risking stagnation. That said some risks are unnecessary. For example, it’s unnecessary to take every set of squats to failure if the goal is to get stronger.

Here some questions that can help clarify what we are doing, why, and if it’s really what we want to be doing:

What are my goals that I am trying to achieve with this strength training program? Then rank these goals in order of importance to you.

Why are these goals important to me? Write down every single reason why each goal is important to you. Every. Single. Reason. All of them. Dig deep into this. Like your trying to evolve your Diglett into a Dugtrio.

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What are the potential benefits? What is the likelihood of the these benefits if I continue doing what I’m doing?

What are the risks? What is the likelihood of these risks?

Are the risks worth the potential benefits?

Is there a way that I can still reap the benefits while minimizing the risk? i.e. eliminating unnecessary risks?

Am I acting in concordance with my values? With the things that are important to me?

The question, “Is it worth it?”, doesn’t have an objective answer. Only the individual can decide this for themselves.

So now, after answering the questions listed above, I ask you this:

Would you still jump off the roof?

Weekly Fitness Reads: 11/9/15

http://www.tannerbaze.com/self-destructive-tendencies-why-we-actively-harm-ourselves-and-the-strategies-im-using-to-fix-it/ 

Ok, this is pretty awesome. We all work against ourselves at times, and it’s a tough place to climb out of. While the author humbly claims he doesn’t have all the answers, his strategies for overcoming the spiral of self-sabotage really resonate with me and seem spot on.

Oh em gee also,”you can’t get a rainbow without a rainstorm”. Genius.

http://www.startribune.com/95-year-old-shares-tricks-of-safe-falling/294726671/ 

This story tells of both a badass and a very intelligent 95 year old man. The statistics for fall related deaths and injuries are quite high. This guy is awesome and we could all take a page from his book if we want to live longer, happier, more adventurous lives.

http://www.nerdfitness.com/blog/2015/11/05/stuck-at-the-starting-line-find-your-gateway-change/  

I can’t resist a good article about building habits. Every journey starts with one step. In addition to loving that this website is aptly named “Nerd Fitness”, this piece discusses a tough subject with striking clarity. The hardest part of any journey is taking that first step. This article gives you the how and the why.

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What Jurassic Park Can Teach Us about Fitness

Jurassic Park is both one of my favorite movies and books. Naturally, if I have an excuse to tie it to a fitness concept, I will. While we could go pretty deep in discussing the themes and messages of the film, the idea I’d like to discuss today is this:

Just because we can do something doesn’t mean we should.

I’ve done a lot of stupid shit i.e. things I was able to do, but probably shouldn’t have.

A few years ago, I was completely obsessed with becoming an amateur MMA fighter, with the delusional hope of going pro one day. Why? Truth be told, I think I needed something to focus on, to feel like I had direction, when in reality I had no idea what the hell I was doing. That along with some body image issues that I had harbored since I was a teenager certainly didn’t help, or add any clarity. I was really insecure about the size ratio of my lower to upper body; I felt my thighs were way too gigantic and my upper body was narrow and disproportionately small. Add to that, Muay thai fighters usually have skinnier legs(or legs that my dysmorphia perceived as skinnier) which makes it easier to whip around their legs like baseball bats. This perpetuated my dislike for my thighs(I hate the way they look AND they’re preventing me from kicking faster!? Gah! Fuck you genetics!)

As an aside, once I started squatting and deadlifting and realizing what large legs are good for, my legs became something I became proud of. They made me feel strong, as opposed to misshapen.

At any rate, I never considered these motives which I could only see in retrospect. I just picked a direction and decided to charge at it with all I had. In my eyes, this meant I had to the sacrifice EVERYTHING else. Balance was for suckers. I viewed balance as the enemy, and that if I was going to succeed I needed to work harder than anyone else, be stricter and more disciplined than anyone else. Most importantly, I felt I couldn’t afford to slip up with my training or my nutrition, ever. Genetics and age be damned, hard work trumps all.

During this time, I was immensely hard on myself. I put myself in complete isolation from the outside world. The outside world yielded temptations that would hold me back: going to bed later, eating “unclean” meals, drinking, missing training sessions– basically anything fun. All of these things were the forbidden fruit that I knew I would succumb to if confronted by them.

My solution was to avoid them, regardless of the cost. The cost was my happiness and friendships. Truly, I missed out on a lot. And I while I can’t say I fully regret this time as I definitely learned a lot, I regret all the time that I could have been growing closer to old friends as opposed to more distant. Furthermore, I didn’t give new friends or relationships a chance. It was a very lonely time for me.

I was cognizant of these sacrifices, but I told myself that that’s the nature of excellence; you must make sacrifices. And I still believe that, but what I didn’t realize was that those sacrifices weren’t worth it for me.

Little by little this became clear as I came to terms with how unhappy I was making myself. I was tired of bringing Ziploc bags of almonds to the bar, consequently feeling like an outsider among my friends. I was tired of feeling envious of people who could just have a cheeseburger and beer without the emotional hangups I had. I was tired of constantly getting injured and realized that I didn’t want to be grow old and be a wreck, riddled with pains, and have no champion belt to show for it.

Over time, I started making cuts to my uber strict training and nutrition regimen, forcing myself to let go. And each time I cut something out I felt anxious.

What if I lose my gains?

What do I do with all that time?

Who will I BE AS A PERSON if I quit? I don’t want to be a quitter! This is all I’ve known for so long.

These fears lingered as a knot in my stomach until I started making better progress(not to mention actually enjoying life more) to which I realized, ”Holy shit I’ve been doing this all wrong!”.

I stopped training twice a day, and eventually cut my training down to 2 days of Jiu Jitsu and 2 days of lifting a week, which is still a ton of training. Both of those activities are intense and require a lot of recovery time. However, compared to my earlier regimen it felt like I was slacking off.

My injuries started to heal and a funny thing happened: my performance went up–I start fighting better and oh yeah, I was much happier as I started to get my life back

This was a pretty big lightbulb for me. The practices that I thought would quicken progress were actually holding me back. The lack of balance was making it hard to walk forward.

It wasn’t easy to make that cut though. I felt a lot of anxiety at first about letting go of my regimen. At the time, my regimen was where I got my sense of identity. Initially I cut back simply to prevent overtraining, so that I could get closer to my goal. However, as I started to change course, it became easier to think of my training and life differently. It threw a wrench in the works and the tunnel vision started to subside.

That was when I really started to think about balance and sustainability and all of the ideas I promote on this blog. This realization that the best way to make progress was to balance training with the rest of life was huge. Then I started thinking about what I actually valued, and what I actually wanted to get out of martial arts and exercise.

I could say much more about this journey of mine, but this is already dangerously close to becoming a journal entry. Back to dinosaurs.

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Now, this was my own specific experience, but the principle can be applied to different contexts. There are many things we can do in our attempts towards our fitness goals, doesn’t mean we ought to do them. Just because we can push ourselves harder on a short term or long term basis doesn’t mean we should, or even that we need to.

Just because I could train for MMA every waking moment of my existence doesn’t mean I should have. Just because I could revolve my life, to the point of obsessive compulsion, around building an optimal diet, doesn’t mean I should have. Just because I could make myself miserable for my goals, doesn’t mean I should have. Just because I could engineer some sweet dinosaurs, doesn’t mean I should have.

Experience is a great teacher, but we still have to keep our eyes open because the lessons are easy to miss.

The specific lesson learned from my own story, was predominantly that more isn’t necessarily better. This is a very important lesson for sure. However, this is just one story and one lesson learned.

More broadly than that I think we ought to start analyzing our fitness with in Velociraptors in mind(OK, I know the V-raptors in the movies are more like Deinonychuses, as real life Velociraptors were like 3 feet tall, but whatever). Should I really have Velociraptors at my amusement park?

Weighing the potential risks and the potential benefits can be quite helpful. Everything has costs and benefits. We only have so much room in our suitcase,* and I sure as shit can’t fit a dinosaur in there with all this deadlifting.

*Suitcase rule: Think of your training/life relationship like a suitcase. When you travel you only have so much space in your suitcase, and everything you put in your suitcase affects everything else in your suitcase. Furthermore, I’m not going to bring every pair of shoes I own, just the ones I think I’ll need. It would be folly to bring more shoes and not have room for underwear and socks. Same goes with training and life. Everything we do has an effect on everything else.

Periodically sitting down and asking ourselves, “What am I doing? What are my goals? Why are these goals important to me? Is this working for me, and is this worth it?” can get us pretty far.

If my goal is to squat more weight, my workout should help me squat more weight; I should be getting stronger.

And if I am getting stronger, what are the costs? Am I so beat up from squatting that I can’t go hiking on weekends, or socialize with friends or(insert something important that’s impacted by a training/diet program)? Are my joints hurting? Is there a way to reach the same goal without sacrificing as much?  Is my squat goal conflicting with other, maybe more important, priorities and values?       

This is the macro view. The micro view entails looking at individual workouts and asking the, “I can, but should I?” question fairly often.

Yes, I could juggle kettlebells and rabid weasels on a bosu, but should I?

I could go a lot heavier today, but should I?

I could do a few more reps, but should I?       

Had I sat down in front of a mirror and been brutally honest about my priorities and values sooner, I probably would’ve started down the path to balance sooner, and my rotator cuff would probably feel a bit more solid.

To summarize, on a daily basis we can ask things like, “I know that I can squat 50 more pounds today, but should I?” And on a grander scale actually reevaluating our goals, priorities and actions and seeing if they line up.

We all make mistakes, and will continue to do so. However, by asking ourselves the right questions we can get the benefits of mistakes(learning) whilst making less of them.

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