By the looks of several billion humans prowling the planet today, overdoing fitness is not the problem.

You know the story. We all do.

It’s 1997 in Salt Lake City, Utah. The Bulls are playing the Utah Jazz in Game 5 of the finals. A ghostly, abnormal version of Michael Jordan takes the floor. He looks off, confused, slow. Above all, he looks human.

No matter. Games do not abide by the feelings of men. Games continue because that’s what games do. It’s one of the many reasons we love them so much — they teach us how to live. And one of the most important lessons you can learn is no one cares how you feel…


By the time I have a rational thought, I’m 10,000 Calories deep, covered in cinnamon, and it’s too late to feel good about anything.

I don’t eat a piece of pizza.

I’ve never enjoyed one cookie.

I can’t begin to imagine what it feels like to have just a taste.

When it comes to food, I lose control. I’m relentless. I can go from mindfully healthy eating to mindlessly unhealthy consuming in less time than it takes to order a Sausage McMuffin. And once I do, nothing’s stopping me. Full-on Zombie mode, except instead of brains, I can’t get enough Reese’s Cups.

For the most part, I’ve put some pretty strong chains around Zombie me. Borders, boundaries, and practices that keep me edging towards…


Was it worth it? Would I do it again? And why the hell did I do it in the first place?

The challenge was simple; 150 kettlebell swings a day for 150 days. Make it happen no matter what, how, or when. That was the only rule.

I could break the swings up or do them all at once, which happened 95-percent of the time. The weight varied from 70-pounds in the beginning to 53 lb. towards the end. Nothing too heavy, nothing stupid light.

The burning questions are “was it worth it,” and “would I do it again,” and “why the hell did I do it in the first place?” And we’ll get to that. …


How much do you really love someone? Enough to protect them? Or so much you want them to hurt?

German philosopher, Fredrick Nietzsche, said the discipline of suffering “produced all the elevations of humanity so far?”

Nietzsche wasn’t one to hold back. He called it like he saw it, and what he saw was often way ahead of his time. In this case, Nietzsche saw a world trying its best to avoid suffering, or at most accepting it, when what we should be doing is seeking it out. Inviting it in. Having dinner with it.

Modern-day philosopher, and pretty great Podcaster, Joe Rogan, agrees.

“Do things that are difficult. It’s very important to struggle. You don’t get to know…


We need Dragons to make us become better heroes

It takes a brave spirit to confront the world like Dr. Jordan Peterson. Well, brave or insane.

For the uninitiated, Peterson is a psychologist. An author. A dad. A husband. An instigator. A philosopher. A businessman. An activist. And a professor. But above all, love him or hate him; he’s a truth-teller — a Snow Lion on the distant glaciers of Tibet who doesn’t fit society’s acceptable behavior.

Peterson’s rare brand of honesty is often confused with fearlessness. But actually, I think he’s terrified of being who he is and the resulting consequences. …


Positive emotion can’t exist if we’re too busy focusing on the negative. Neither can self-compassion,

I have this layer of chub around my waist. A pot-bellied cummerbund. A sash of paunch. A fat belt.

And no matter how in shape I get, it hangs around like the drunk guy at the bar with nothing better to do.

Most of the time, I ignore it. I work insanely hard in the gym — and more importantly, at the dinner table — and if the worst thing that happens is blurry bottom abs, then so be it. Accepting something, however, doesn’t mean liking it.

My belly irks me the same way my dogs do when they bark…


Non-dualistic thinking changes the way policies are made, votes are gathered, and people are cared for.

Pop quiz; Which cartoon Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle is the coolest?

Ding, ding, ding. If you said Raphael, give yourself a big high-five. On the other hand, if you picked Leonardo or even Donatello, then you’re not a complete loss as a person. But if you said Michelangelo, we can’t be friends.

At least, not with my twelve-year-old self, that is.

It’s simple, really, Michelangelo made me feel insulted. There was just something about the “party dude” in orange that felt like a copout. Like he was more of a critique on how adults saw kids, then a real and…


Not all movement is progress.

People, places, thoughts, and experiences are dirty. And the older you get, the more of them you collect. The more graveyards you fill.

It’s like a hike that starts fresh, clean even. Then you hit the brambles, and the blood comes. It cakes — a scar.

Good advice here — wisdom.

Lots of bad advice over here — folly.

Both are regarded along with no small amount of guidance ignored. Because what is right isn’t always right right now. And right now isn’t always about being right.

Dirt, grime, bloodsuckers, and blisters accumulate. Infect. The hike continues, the landscape changes…


Live like there is no light at the end of the tunnel.

“If you don’t go to Sunday school,” mom threatened, “you’re not getting into heaven.”

Those were mom’s big guns when I was growing up. Heaven, she described, was a million times better than the best birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese, with unlimited tokens, bottomless pizza pies, and present — lots of presents.

So I went, and when the Sunday school teacher made it to the part about Heaven, I listened.

“You’ll worship all day and fellowship all night,” teacher explained. She was squatty, bird’s nest hair the color of rust, and always smiling. …


Imagine the problem. Now work backward and see how it’s all your fault.

Have you considered that you’re the problem?

That the reason school sucks, work just isn’t going your way, you’re broke or fat or single or whatever is entirely your doing?

I do it all the time. In fact, “I’m the problem” is one of the four pillars painted on the whiteboard in my garage.

I didn’t always think like this. I love to blame. I’m naturally critical. Finding the fault in others was a game to me, and I was good at it.

But it wasn’t helping. Being a victim never does. Neither does blame, revenge, grudges, or resentment.

Try…

Josh Bunch

Bunch is one of those rare humans who only talks about what he knows; fitness, food, philosophy, and movies. And puppies.

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