01/02/2026
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In early August, a confluence of factors led me to a crisis. For too long, I was making excuses for myself and coasting; an outgrowth of a terrible time in my life, I had let it hold me back. The conclusion I reached (or could no longer deny) is that I was living a nihilistic life.
Intellectually, I’ve always considered nihilism a rudderless, uninspired way of living that inevitably slides into the other philosophy I detest: cynicism. With a head full of dreams I was making little to no progress on, I didn’t feel like myself; I knew I was wasting my potential. I took a proverbial “long look at myself” and decided on a formidable goal.
With 3 months until my birthday, I set my goal to lose 30 lbs in that time - an “aggressive cut,” in bodybuilding terms. Aside from eating immaculately clean, I did 2 36-hour fasts per week for most of that time, as well as working out 1-2 times a day to make sure I didn’t lose much muscle in the process.
It had been a while since I pushed myself but I’m happy to report, I hit that goal a few days ahead of schedule - 38 years old with visible abs for the first time in my life.
Resisting the primitive and unconscious urge to eat, especially when being offered post-work pizza, for months on end is the biggest challenge I’ve given myself in a long time and reaching that goal is one of the best feelings I’ve ever had. I think it changed me.