I pretty consistently run with this mantra on here that goes something like: "I really don't care what you do with your life." Hell, I am mostly a punk-rock/libertarian guy. I think you should run your own life and be skeptical about most things. Paleo? No paleo? Your call. If you have a question, I am glad to try to answer it. If you find something here to like, awesome; if not, your decision to move on and excise me from your personal blogosphere isn't going to crush me. Whatever, dude. Enjoy your time here. Or don't....
But then, somehow, a few things converged recently to put a crimp in my "whatever" style. First, a gym friend asked me to check her daily food logs and make suggestions regarding some dietary tweaks toward some very specific goals. Yeah, I said I would do that. I was not at all sure I was up to the "job," but yeah, I said I'd try and help. My friend is nearly perfect paleo anyway, so it's not like I have to explain to her why she shouldn't eat gluten. She is *so* far past that stage that I doubt my helpfulness, but yeah; let's go, I said.
And then the couple that runs our CrossFit gym asked me if I would be someone off whom 30-day paleo challengers could bounce questions. Sure. I love that stuff. Let's do that too.
And then there is the most unexpected development of all: becoming some sort of paleo/ancestral spokesperson/dude promoting the value of meditation toward stress reduction. I mean, yeah, that's been a point I have stressed a lot the last couple years here, but I didn't know anyone was actually paying attention, and I certainly didn't expect to get invited to be on a podcast about it. And then, thanks to Kendall's Born Primal podcast, we started this 30-day meditation challenge.
Honestly, I thought the loudest sound I would hear in reaction to *that* idea was crickets. It's not that I don't know that you are all stressed. I just wasn't convinced *any* of you actually wanted to do something about it.
So.... It's like two to three *months* since my friend asked me to review her food for a *week*, and, while I am still not convinced she couldn't be getting all the same results on her own, she wants me to keep helping her. And I like doing it. And the gym thing.... That was great fun. No, everyone who did the challenge is not a paleo superstar, but I think a bunch of people learned a lot from me and others, and I got huge satisfaction out of helping them. Felt like I made a difference and all that....
And the meditation thing.... Yeah, I know.... Most of you couldn't give a fuck. And I'm really totally good with that. What is surprising the hell out of me -- actually "surprising" isn't the right word.... I think I mean "thrilling" the hell out of me -- is that there are a number of you doing this meditation challenge and actually digging the results. There are some people sleeping a lot better and generally feeling less whacked-out, and that is very very cool. The modern world is a cauldron of stressed-out crazy people. It feels really good to help even one person get a little farther back from the ledge.
So what's the point of all this? I don't know. I still don't care what you do. But I think here's the thing I didn't know: I really like it when you do the right thing and get good results, and I get *huge* satisfaction out of any help I give you toward getting to whatever your goal is.
My "whatever" has really taken a bit of a hit over the last couple months.
Worst (best?) of all, I kinda like it that way.
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