SHUT UP & GO TO WORK!

Throughout evolution, being physical wasn't an option— but a NECESSITY.

Hard-ass physical labor was a constant— the only way to protect and provide shelter, food, and resources to you and your family for the vast majority of the population was to thoroughly engage in some GNARLY back-breaking shit.

Our body's are EQUIPPED for that shit, our metabolic health, heart health, endocrine health, sleep, appetite, literally, EVERYTHING benefits from it 'cause simply, it was a basic variable of survival.

A man's worth— abstractly— is and always was measured on how much he could carry, for how long, and even HOW ALONE he could do it.

In a way, things remain the same— although for whatever dumb reason we're led to believe that complaining, ruminating upon past trauma, and victimizing ourselves are tools for self-exploration and growth.

I'm very sure that the good old shut up and go to work, might be just exactly what you need to find a sense of purpose in life— that physically exerting yourself diligently can reconnect yourself with your very nature.

The fallacy that there is a separation between body and mind corrupted the past few generations into believing that comfort and retirement are goals worth seeking.

That slowly devolving into a harmless puddle of lard that gets winded from walking a couple miles is somehow desirable.

Pardon my French, but, FUCK. THAT.

That's called DEATH.

Being physical isn't a necessity anymore, but it's 100% straight-up a goddamn LUXURY— You don't HAVE to do it, you GET to do it.

A PRIVILEDGE— you can do it in your own time, in your own way, with the only impediment that maybe you're too lazy for your own good.

But remember that what you WANT, might not be what you NEED.

And if that's the case— SHUT UP, AND GO TO WORK!

Bitching and moaning about how screwed you are, comparing yourself to other people, how far down a bad path you've gone, how unfair your life was, how your genetics sucks, how you're too old, too weak, too fat, too tired, that you don't have time— all that shit ain't gonna do nothing.

Complacency is the mark of the fool.

Go make time, wake up earlier.

Focus only on being better than last year's version of you— it's EASY MONEY, anyone can do it.

And it's absolutely WORTH IT.

Working on your physical prowess doesn't translate only to better body composition and overall health markers— as long as you survive the first handful of months where you're cleaning the cobwebs of sedentarism— it starts to soothe the mind, it gives a sense of accomplishment.

It teaches us lessons about consistency, effort, and even who we truly are.

I know for a fact, that just talking about my depression, my addictions, the murder of my dad, the opportunities that I've never got, only led me down a spiral of self-destruction.

I only became successful at recovering, and rehabilitating, when I became physical again, when I started WORKING MY ASS OFF.

It's a clichê, but I love it— A strong body, produces strong thoughts.

When I'm diligent with my training, I'm kinder, I'm more patient, I'm more confident, I'm overall HAPPIER.

And I truly wish that you can experience the same.

GO BANG SOME IRON, MY BRUDDAH!

Big KISS

THE POTATO MAN