Obligatory Self-Aggrandizing Statement

(Next to an ideally place photo of me doing something impressive like climbing a route way above my skill level)

 

Dear Friend,

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Thanks for stopping by.

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I’ve been in the trenches of health and fitness for 49 years.

Not as a coach. Not as a trainer.

Just as a formerly chubby kid who wanted girls to notice him… and maybe stop getting picked last in P.E.

Since then, I’ve tried just about every diet, workout, supplement, and fitness fad ever peddled.

Some worked. Most didn’t.

A few made things worse.

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But somewhere between the keto cults and the juice cleanses, I figured out what actually works—at least for me.

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Now, at 59, I’m in better shape—physically and mentally—than I was at 29. (Granted, the bar wasn’t that high… but still.)

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I never planned to share any of this. I run an unrelated business that keeps me busy and sane. I’m not looking for followers. I’m not trying to be your life coach.

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But I hit my 50s and started watching guys my age unravel—losing muscle, losing drive, losing themselves.

 

And the advice they were getting?

Useless, outdated, or written by 28-year-olds who think muscle comes from a shake.

 

So here we are.

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I’m not here to sell you snake oil or scream motivational quotes at you.

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This isn’t theory. It’s lived.

No hype. No BS. No six-pack selfies.

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Just real tools for men who want to age like they mean it.

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If you’re still reading, maybe you’re one of me.
Stick around. Let’s make sure you don’t go quietly.