Getting in the best shape of your life is incredibly simple.

Even if you’ve got average genetics.

Even if your schedule is packed with responsibilities.

Even if you’ve gained weight since college.

Even if the things that worked for you before no longer move the needle.

Well, we did it.

Yesterday morning, we stood in the entryway of our house, said a teary-eyed prayer of gratitude, and then rolled out.

About four hours later, we pulled into our spot for the next few days.

Moving from a 2,700-square-foot house into a 27-linear-foot Airstream has been eye-opening.

Over the last month, everything we’ve accumulated in 23 years of marriage has been put to this test:

Do we want or need this?

A guy I’d just met told me to my face that I was weak, and that if I didn’t get stronger, Blakley was going to leave me.

His name, Mark Rippetoe of “Starting Strength” fame.

The year was 2013. I’d been doing CrossFit consistently for 4 years, but apparently I was still weak.

It turns out, he was right.

It’s Monday morning after the Super Bowl, and you’re already overwhelmed.

Work projects are looming, it’s time to restock on groceries, and you can’t even wrap your brain around your kid-shuttling duties for the week yet.

You have Zero Extra Time.

Blakley and I are “off-track” with our fitness right now.

On Wednesday, we planned to work out after our weekly call with Coach Haley and recording the podcast, but it didn’t happen.

We said we’d do it Thursday morning.

Your front door is 36” wide. Your kitchen counters stand at three feet, with cabinets jutting out exactly 12” from the wall. I haven’t been to your house with a measuring tape—I just know the standards of home construction.

13 days until we’re homeless.

If you missed it, we’re giving up the house we’ve rented for the last four years to live, work, and travel full-time in our Airstream.

Going from 2,700 square feet to 27 linear feet of living space means hard cuts and moving our must-keep and can’t-get-rid-of items into storage.

How much money does it take to be happy?

$10?
$10,000?
$100,000?
$1,000,000?

6 months after we got married, Blakley made me quit my job.

We didn’t have any money, and her salary didn’t cover our monthly expenses.

I was miserable at my job making cold calls to sell insurance.

And that’s just the kind of person that Blakley is.

You never forget the pain of biting your tongue.

Not just a little nibble either…a full-on chomp. You know the kind that makes you freeze, close your eyes, and brace for the pain?

That was me the other night, mid-bowl of soup when I somehow managed to turn dinner into an injury.

You’d think after four and a half decades of eating, I’d have this chewing thing figured out.

Cutting carbs won’t help you.

A Peloton bike isn’t the answer.

Burning more calories is a waste of time.

Even more CrossFit or HIIT workouts won’t save the day.

They’re all dead ends that will never make you look like you work out.

Yesterday was a day I’ll never forget.

TikTok was down for 13.5 hours.

I’m kidding! 😜

I can’t remember the last time we touched the Digital Barbell account.

However, millions of small business owners panicked when the app they count on for leads and revenue was banned.

That’s not a good feeling.

“What if we bought an Airstream, and lived in it?” 

That’s what we said in July 2023 when we bought our 27’ International. 

Well, it’s finally happening. 

In less than a month we’ll hand over our keys to our landlord and tow our home wherever we want to be. 

“I start off with curls. That’s good for the bicep. 10 reps, 2 sets.”

Blakley and I were watching Seinfeld reruns while we made dinner the other night.

Kenny Banya was explaining his workout regimen to Jerry over a bowl of soup that he exchanged for a Brand New Armani Suit.

Kenny asks Jerry if he works out with weights.

Jerry says: “No”.

Kenny says: “You should”.

Jerry says: “Why?”.

Kenny stares blankly realizing he doesn’t know why.

Before I tell you what happened next, let me paint the scene: I'd just finished a workout. I was hungry. And these weren't your regular peppermint patties.

They were the snowflake-shaped ones that are somehow more delicious than the garden variety circle ones.

I ate four of them in about 60 seconds.

Soon I felt that familiar sugar rush followed by the crash that made me want to face-plant into the couch instead of finishing the task at hand.

It got me thinking about something I've noticed over the years working with clients.

Besides being a giant time-suck, the worst part of social media is seeing curated and edited “perfect” versions of other people’s lives.

It’s nearly impossible to avoid comparison, which leads us to wonder why we’re struggling to get our own crap together.

Even though, deep down, we know social media isn’t real and no one’s life is perfect, we still set perfection as our standard—especially with food and exercise.

“I don’t really want to lose weight; I just want to tighten up.”

“I’m pretty happy with my body, but I definitely want to flatten my stomach.”

I heard both of these quotes over the holiday break.

So, what does it take to tighten things up and make your stomach as flat as a protein pancake?

Saturday morning Blakley and I (along with a hundred or so others) did the “Polar Plunge & 5K” here in our town.

The premise is simple. Run 5,000 meters, then jump in the frigid creek at the finish line.

Blakley eased into the water and paddled around. I went for the cannonball method.