It’s time for discipline.
I’m doing a solid job in the gym. The intensity and productivity is there in a wide-range of movements, and I sense improvement. That area is fine. I am engrossed in the idea of getting stronger, and I continue to do so, working
There’s something oddly romantic about iron, man. Something just badass about it.
But the nutrition? It has to get locked in, and that starts now. I see discipline as a rising tide — it must be built across the entirety of one’s life, or all is for naught. And so I will march on, being calculated with work, nutrition, fitness, faith, school, finances and on. It’s a fight, but I need to stop taking blows and instead begin dishing them out. I know I can be better than I am.
The blog isn’t “A Static Adam.” No, the name is specific. “A Better Adam.” And how does that come about? Is it magic? Is it a miracle? Do I need to win the lottery?
God knows. He told us how:
No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it. (Hebrews 12:11)
Do the work.