They drag it out of others, quite literally- even those that hate your very guts, that call you the vilest names etc…

I’ll never forget the conversation I had a month ago with the mother of the chick I’m currently talking to. Smart girl, college going …

Interesting speaking English with her. Hehe. But, I was talking to her mom (whose old school which I always respect in a person) about fitness.

“It’s about how fit a person can keep himself. The fitter the better!”.

Yes, I agreed.

And then I was speaking to her (indeed, I wrote about this before) about how idiots keep whining about “he’s crazy”.

Like David Goggins long daily runs and his family “oh yeah Goggins out … Running again”(while family is stuffing their gourds with unhealthy breakfast).

“Why you climb for four hours”.

No why, you idiot!

Then you have fat Bozos claiming to be fit but with a “different body type” that rail against doing 500 pushups daily because they have “no benefit” (what utter fools – look at yourself in the mirror my friend – that’s all the proof you need of benefits or none – not to mention any time someone says something like that i.e. Something requiring time, hard work, dedication and discipline aren’t required – they’re just flat out lazy and going nowhere in life, probably a lard ass too) – nutjobs that claim “pull-ups are not necessary” or just won’t do them right or whine about “he doesn’t need 100 pull ups a day”.

Telling the lady all this, I’ll never forget the contemptuous expression on her face and in her voice as she responded with a “HA”!

Khud to tond le ke ghumte hai, aur apko bolte hai! Itne fit ho …. Her voice trailed off.

Translation – these morons run around with humongous bellies themselves and have the gall to comment on a supremely fit individual like you”!

I ain’t no spring chicken either. No, no good genetics. I have to work very hard at it daily and do.

And my results show.

It’s about discipline. Self discipline. That’s why I do it. I’m not my lazy ex that lives in filth and squalor because she “doesn’t feel like cleaning”.

I’m not an idiot like my ex or many others that claim “back in the day I had a six pack”.

Yeah and now?

Oh but I had a kid.

Yeah, you popped out a kid by going off birth control without telling me and now you think the world owes you shit.

Great.

Your choice.

And newsflash – the world owes you exactly F all, because that’s precisely what you put in – no pun intended.

And now you make that an excuse for your sloppy ass too?

“I was like a super model” , she wails on the phone to other equally pathetic sacks of sorry shit.

Right……

Yours truly is the one that constantly gets called model, TV personality, movie star (indeed the ex herself made the comment of “any Director would gladly have you in his movie”) etc – despite not courting any of it. Indeed, the only thing you’ll ever hear me say in terms of “used to be”?

I used to be a fat fuck at a certain point in my life.

Noone cares about yesterday or what you supposedly were (you weren’t – noone ever referred to you as a supermodel. You were cute, but that’s it, and I was honest with you about that too) honey.

It’s about what you are NOW.

Take some fucking responsibility instead of moaning of “he tricked me into getting married”.

No I didn’t. I asked you to live together with me. You were the one that babbled on and on incessantly about marriage until I figured I’d try it. Boy. Live and learn indeed!

Tricked my ass. Standing there in the High Court as the judge asks you very clearly “do you want to be with him” and you respond in the affirmative, then back out years later with ridiculous excuses when things get tough. Typical female nonsense.

Carol was right in that “just because she’s a woman doesn’t mean anything. What does she ever do other than complain. What has she ever given you?”.

She ain’t the only one in that regard either and certainly not the worst. Probably one of the most annoying though – why I always have my fucking headphones on to block that negativity out as far/much as possible.

I do it because real men do things they’re supposed to – regardless of feeling.

The last thing I feel like doing daily is doing hour long climbs and 500 pushups later followed up by 100 pull-ups. Trust me. I’m in a foul mood sometimes while doing it!

But I have to.

That discipline is why a lot of folks literally hate me – but can’t help but respect me.

They don’t want to.

They do it anyway. They have to. I don’t force it out of them – my daily actions do.

When I see a guy in supreme shape, I respect him differently regardless of all else. You on this list know exactly what I mean and why.

It requires a lot of hard work which he’s putting in which most aren’t. Day after day, rain, hail, shine, hunger, fasts, hangover – the list goes on and on. He just keeps doing.

Ultimately he succeeds.

Persistence is the much ignored key to success along with discipline.

Motivation is bunk. Feelings are crap.

Actions count. Not just fitness wise either.

Over the past few months, this one lady has been emailing me regularly about marketing list – a list of libraries and such – usual business stuff.

I initially ignored her.

She kept emailing. And in a smart human way, not the copy and paste you see so often these days everywhere.

I had to ultimately reply a coupla months ago. I praised her diligence as I had to, but no business done.

This morning she’s back again.

After I’ve forgotten after her again.

Note I have not seen this woman, spoken to her, know nothing about her beyond her emails.

But I wrote another long email to her praising her diligence.

I respect that. And I can feel respect for this woman just through her emails and actions.

And that’s why I do all I do.

For the morons out there who shouldn’t even be asking the question.

Anyway.

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Best

Rahul Mookerjee

PS – I wasn’t going to get into it here. Not even after the puke worthy opening ceremony they had … but, the latest? An idiot biological male competing against a woman in boxing of all sports and the bloody Olympics allows this horseshit?

Boycott it.

Period.

Simple as that.

Put that fuckstick (if the idiot still has a stick remaining) in the ring with a real man if he will even dare to enter, see how quickly he gets decimated. Girl at least gave him 40 seconds of fight …

No, I ain’t got nothing against BDSM, fetishes etc. I have an entire other successful biz dedicated to that, some fine fine folks there too.

But SSC always. Safe, sane, consensual.

And punching females in the face while claiming to “identify” with being a woman – well, you can’t have your cake and eat it too, you Bozo. Competing against biological females as a man is simply unfair – the latter will always have a tremendous and unfair advantage.

And yeah I’m calling him a he and she’ll continue to.

This morning Mom, who lives on the first floor of the building we are in right now – made a comment (long overdue) over the puddles of sweat that form during my hour long jaunt running up and down stairs as part A of my daily workout (B – 300 pushups, C – 100 pull-ups).

“Why don’t you wipe yourself”, she asked. “I’ll give you a towel…”.

I felt this uncontrollable urge to “giggle” but managed to “bottle” half of it. I remembered Kathy (or Kelly??) commenting on my hill climbs, sweat showering off me “THIS is real hill climbing!”.

I said I had those towels, and that “that’s how you maintain yourself”.(Or lose weight).

“Make sure to drink lots of water later!”.

Fair enough. And the puddles of sweat make me slip on the stairs too.

I didn’t care much about it because a maid comes in to wipe it all off later (lovely girl – I speak to her often) – but mostly because everyone takes to the elevators like bees to honey.

But, strange things happen when you DO.

People make comments about “he works extremely hard at his fitness”.

And some of them start using the stairs too, albeit nowhere at the level they should be. Was interesting to see Dad instinctively take to the stairs last night instead of an open elevator…

Hey.

Lead by example.

The rest speaks for itself, or it should, at any rate.

Anyway.

Back to … The SHOES – which have always been rather infamous for me.

I believe the real reason for that much sweat on the stairs wasn’t so much that I wasn’t toweling off. I use a T shirt for that. It’s that sweat was squelching out of my shoes (slight tears, bumps etc, sole completely almost gone) – like on the hill. Remember, I put these through Goggins style wear and tear!

I bought new shoes two weeks ago. But I have this habit of completely wearing out my shoes before breaking a new pair in…

The expression on Mom’s face said it all. Brought back the wrinkly nose Carol once made when I put my shoes in the trunk of her car on a long trip and “I hope they don’t smell”. Hehe.

I tossed the shoes.

Back in the day I’m not sure why, but my leather boots apparently stank so bad one night (like these shoes I tossed – they sit outside on the balcony in the hot sun but nothing can beat the effect of extreme workouts) – that my roomie made the comment of “like a rat died in here” before spraying the whole room choc a block full of air freshner. I was pretending to be asleep. I almost bust out laughing … Hehe.

Then the time a buddy Bruce and I hung the infamous shoes from a window on the third floor before inexplicably, a few beers post, deciding to put them in Vincent’s (Bruces roomie) freshly washed laundry.

“He just did his laundry. Huhuhuhyhuy” Bruce said,imitating the roomies laugh.

How we guffawed at the time!

Come Monday, Vincent huhuhed his way all the way to the laundry again, none the wiser.

“Why is it smelling? Huhuhuhuh”…

Hehe.

Life comes full circle – always.

And so it goes.

Fitness wise, the 0 Excuses Fitness system awaits…

And that’s that.

Best

Rahul Mookerjee

PS – I sort of suspect my younger sister who was giving me “stenotarian” stares (stern) the other day as she indirectly looked at the puddles growing larger with each climb might have had something to do with it. Hehe. Not exactly into fitness herself, and definitely the “shape” to slip though she never used the stairs – but her 5 year old (gotta love little kids – so natural) is extremely curious about the fitness routine (why does Uncle do this. Hehe).

I don’t know if my comment of “strict Mom” (about sister) to my own mother sparked this, at least in part.

I doubt it was the (equally) lovely talk, extremely angular, statesque and “fashionsta” house maid on the first floor who often stands aside to let me pass, then giggles up in a sari when I tell her to go first. Had to tell her not to run in her heels in those puddles. She’d be right at home on Instagram. Probably is, come to think of it.

Golly,me and all the maids, and the ex gnashing her teeth …

Naughty boy.

Always been that way.

And it’s off with me now…

(I didn’t actually toss the old shoes. Or I did, actually, but the garbage guy never took them. Sign from the heavens. Gotta get a few more squelchy workouts out of them – haha. I’m peculiar that way!).

Dreams are great my friend – fitness wise – and life wise.

But they’re only useful when you actually DO something to turn those dreams into reality.

Far too many people whine about not getting the results they want out of life – fitness wise or otherwise. And without exception, most of these people are LAZY and lack the perseverance and discipline it takes to ACHIEVE those results.

It’s not about “being nice” and “the fun way” to get to success like the idiots show on social media these days. It’s the hours of hard work when the LAST thing you feel like doing is working but do it anyway that really bring home the bacon long term.

Anyway …

Dilvio Junior recently sent in this review for Zero to Hero, a sucess manual that is a MUST if you’re looking for real world practical success tips that actually work as opposed to the “I deserve this” nonsense being touted as success tips on social media (hint – you deserve nothing until you WORK for it) –

And that’s that. Truly, conceive – believe – and then go out there and (put in the work required to..) ACHIEVE!!

Best

Rahul Mookerjee

PS – Don’t forget the videos on the page – power packed with real life examples of visualization, “seeing it first and then manifesting that same thing into reality” and more. Must grabs.

Move aside booze, weed, tobacco, sugar (ugh) and the lot. God gave you everything you need for the best and healthiest high ever – as I’m on right now – in your own body.

Twas a very slow start this morning after a lot of cold beer last night. Of course, it was after a month of rigorous fasting and working out daily that I had it, so very well deserved!

My lower back was a bit stiff during my 40*4 climb.

Stretching helped but not as much as I thought it would.

Then I “got it”. Man, do I often forget my own advice! Haha.

I breathed.

The right way. NOT runaway locomotive style as you might imagine as most people do when out of breath – through the mouth. No.

I breathed “life” into my spinal erectors through the organ intended – no pun – the nose.

Viola! Within minutes, the area felt great.

Your mouth serves many purposes. Again,mind out of gutter please. But breathing in and out through it wasn’t one of the intended purposes.

Believe me, it can be very tempting to to during tough workouts, especially leg workouts. I’m guilty of this occasionally myself and have to keep reminding myself to keep the lips sealed.

People think it’s easier to exhale and inhale through the mouth when badly out of breath.

No.

It might SEEM so.

But it’s not.

It will make your workouts tougher as opposed to easier ultimately. That’s something I’ve been wondering about over the past few days, why my climb times weren’t going down – I got it today. Breathing!

When you slow down during heavy duty bodyweight workouts, often times it’s not your muscles that give out. It’s your BREATHING which makes it seems so.

Your breath is indeed your power, as I believe Paul Bragg once said. Imagine your breath as the engine that drives your Ferrari. When you feel tired, breathe deeper the right way with a vengeance while imagine that engine GUNNING!

You’ll get more reps in a trice. Again, dont so much focus on the muscles doing the work as your breathing. This might sound counter intuitive, but if you visualize it right – it really flat out WORKS – period.

Mouth breathing leads to shallow chest based breathing. Wrong way to breathe. Watch a little baby below 1 sleep and how it breathes and you’ll know what I mean. You breathe through the nose – it comes from the navel – one of the seven chakra points in our body.

THAT is how to breathe right. That is also what will lead to that broad “deep” chest so many of you crave – because this sort of breathing, as opposed to chest based breathing – enlarges the diaphragm and the supporting muscles under the chest.

Much like the muscles under the superficial six pack are what actually matter and lead to said six pack – same thing holds true for chest.

I had a great workout, and was finally amazed at how easy it felt. Hehe.

Last, but not least, when panting up a storm it can be very difficult to control the impulse to breathe through the mouth and even more so to recover while breathing through the nose.

The way to do it is the polar opposite of quick deep breaths and most people teach. In fact, it involves HOLDING the breath – which is not what you’d imagine would help when you’re out of breath but it DOES. Oh my. One of those hidden secrets very few people know about but you gotta do it right or not at all. And, a few lines in the 0 Excuses Fitness System videos tell you how to. Blink and you’ll miss it, but there it is.

Well, my friend – that’s it for now. Remember, all the pushups or any exercise for that matter in the world won’t develop you fully unless you BREATHE right while doing them …

And that’s that.

Best

Rahul Mookerjee

That’s what it all boils down to really. The sage of Concord said it best.

Do the thing, and you shall have the power. It’s that fucking simple, folks.

One of the most pressing problems in today’s world in all regards – laziness and INACTION.

There are many others too.

But, we will focus on action without which literally nothing, results included – MOVES.

Listening to a group of folks blather on about how extremely fit I am, chiseled, model like “at my age” (and before you start on the age factor, if you’re using age as an excuse for inaction and lack of results you’re not only being illogical but also a complete loser) etc etc, I said the following (which pissed some of them off).

Shut your yap, I growled. Join me. Do the thing (fitness wise).

Praise is great. Thank you very much.

But it makes me much happier if you actually DO.

Like my Mom said once a long time ago, just watching him do pushups and gushing lyrical don’t cut the bacon boy.

She was right.

DO!

Talk less.

Waffle even lesser.

Tell folks to skip breakfast and preferably lunch too for supreme health, the whining starts again despite one of the fittest individuals on the planet advising them. And they wanted advice. I don’t waste energy where it’s not wanted.

Well, don’t listen to me then.

Do it yourself.

You’ll see what I mean. Watch and FEEL that inner beast (or Goddess as a woman) emerge. Then, and only then, open thy yap.

“I have a different body type, no time”.

Whine, whine, whine.

“Less is more”.

An euphemism for “I’m a lazy fucker scared of hard work and my lack of results show that”.

“In big but not fat”.

Ugh.

Real arrogance is not responding with “extremely fit” when people ask me “How are you”.

That’s real CONFIDENCE.

I’ve earned it in spades and continue to do daily.

Real arrogance is whining about different body types, no time etc when you know damn well the Creator created all of us equal. When you know darn well you have the same 24 hrs in the day Rahul Mookerjee does. Yada, nada, schnada..

Lack of results?

Train harder.

Not getting what you want out of life?

Train.

I talk about training fixing all ultimately and it’s true, even more so as a man.

Because it’s something you can DO.

Something you can always control.

Money, customers, girls, people etc. You cannot always control all these, or the circumstances surrounding them, but you CAN control you.

Your mind, your body.

Train both equally hard.

DO more. I often lose track of how many times I climbed five flights of stairs during my 30*5 daily climb.

In that heat, sweat dripping off shower style , like Kelly said “this is real climbing” it’s tempting to think “I did one more than I think”.

I force myself to realise I likely did one less.

And I add on two more as punishment.

DO, fella, DO.

Waffle less.

Waste less time.

And that’s what it boils down to.

0 Excuses Fitness gives you stellar bodyweight workouts and exercises you can do anyplace, anytime, do enough of them, you’ll turn into a beast bonafide – or was that the other way around in no time..

And that’s that.

Best

RM

Not the uncontrollables – but what you CAN control.

Way too many folks focus on what they can’t.

“I have no woman”, you hear many men whine. Or, the usual “no money”.

Figure out why. Perhaps it’s just because you’re a lazy worthless bum that’s going nowhere and people can sense that.

Change that.

Or not.

We all have choices to make daily. I make them daily when pushing myself to the absolute limit in each workout.

It’s never good enough – for me.

600 pushups yesterday?

Great.

Pat on the fucking back.

Now, what the fuck you gonna do TODAY?

Noone cares about yesterday. That’s gone. It’s about NOW. Today.

I make that choice daily.

Believe me, it’s not easy doing 500 pushups (a min of) , 100-120 pull-ups, 25*5 flights of stairs in desert like conditions – walking, stretching, animal movements and a lot else – DAILY.

I hardly ever, like I said, “feel” like doing it. I’d rather have a woman massage me for that duration. Hehe.

But I do it anyway.

It’s a choice.

Disciplined or not.

Focused or not .

“You can always go back to being that guy with the lard ass and pot belly”, I tell myself daily. “Or, you can be the champ you are and continue to get better”.

It’s a choice. I make it daily. I understand why David Goggins has a mental battle with himself daily before pounding out all those miles. I had it on the hills, I have it now.

Last night, as I was strolling back after a smoke and a conversation with a couple of other women, I noticed four gorgeous women walking down the road. All staring at me while I walked past, completely ignoring it all though I didn’t have to.

That’s what you as a man will attract when you really become the best version of yourself and continue to. You won’t need to “try” or chase. You’ll attract on auto pilot. It happens to me with birds, animals etc too. They can sense the vibe.

Anyway.

The gorgeous dames that other guys keep lamenting about “They all look at you, you pay no attention”, they whine.

“You got shyt to do tomorrow”, that inner voice told me.

Probably during times bygone I’d be in bed all day today with two of those girls. Haha. These days, not a chance. Actually perhaps not even back in the day. I’ve always been one for deep meaningful conversation and then relationships – makes the whole shebang, no pun intended, far better.

Anyway. I’m getting off track again.

Where was I?

Choices.

Life’s all about choices.

Make yours wisely.

And that’s some of the best self help advice you’ll ever hear.

More here – and here.

Best,

Rahul Mookerjee

People look at “how fit I am” and call me crazy for continually pushing for MORE – not “resting easy”.

Truth is, with my routine I could do so and still be in far better shape overall than most folks out there – 99.9% in fact.

But that isn’t me.

I compete with the rarest of the rare. If you want to be rare? Put in the work. Compare yourself to and better the best. Forget the bullshit of “the only competition you have is with yourself”. Stupid advice like most out there. See how good that makes you feel when I flirt with and steal your woman from right under your nose and she,.like a certain Venus drives you to my apartment later “because she misses me”. True tale. Hath repeated so many times. And it’s fact. I mention it not to Tom Tom but to drive a point home that needs to be.

The other day – yesterday in fact, I was talking to an older lady whose two daughters I “like” … Enough said? Hehe.

18 and 20.

18 year old is a lard ass. Not quite like I used to be, but getting there.

“And why not” chimes in Mom. All she does it sit and eat.

20 year old is a beautiful dark skinned girl complaining about her hair falling out. I told her to oil it as opposed to shampoo. Funny she didn’t think of that being a beautician herself, or at least taking the damn course.

Everything artificial in it, you’re right, Mom said.

Like that food we all eat, I went.

And it’s true. Laborers for one work all day carrying heavy stuff etc, yet, the number of bellies on display when I moved to my new apartment a week or so ago made me wonder who the real laborer was.

Too much eating, too much drinking, especially the latter. And…

“People just don’t want to walk”, she went on…

Not me, I laughed back. I was feeling on top of the world anyway…

“That’s why you’re so super fit!” She replied.

Everyone can be, I said.

Sadly not everyone thinks like you, she responded.

What a pity. Health wise they should I responded.

Indeed.

People call me crazy for overtraining.

Ha!.

“Badi tond leke ghum rahe hai, apko pagal bolte hai”, went lady .

(It must be those fools with big protruding bellies, usually men, that say that).

She’s right. It’s pathetic, the number of men patting their bellies as a badge of honor, complaining about different body types, being big but not fat etc…

You’re fat. Simple as that. Probably lazy too.

Stairs are an apt metaphor for life. You’re either going up or down physically.

Like Claude Bristol rightly said in the Magic of Believing – the minute you pause to rest on your laurels is the minute success – at anything – takes wings and flies away. Indeed it’s a fickle bird. And so it SHOULD be. Lots of suitors.

Some try and emulate my example but fall by the wayside a couple of days later.

Useless. You need dedication, purpose, Gumption but most importantly the BIG D people conveniently ignore.

Discipline. Without it you’re less than nothing.

Do I feel like training hard, pushing myself daily?

Hell fuck no.

But I push anyway.

Thats what winners do. If I do one more pushup, I’m ahead. If I do one less, I’m falling behind.

Holds true for life, biz, fitness. Anything. Same principles apply.

“But it’s too hard”.

Yes, you fool. If it wasn’t, it wouldn’t be worth it or have respect attached to it..

Everyone respects someone that is supremely fit. Deep down inside they know the work the person put in.

And for men, it’s the only kind of respect that matters. Not your car, house, bank balance. All of that is great, don’t get me wrong.

But it’s when you stand toe to toe with another man and measure him up is where respect really comes into play. And therefore fitness.

Ask Jeff Bezos, he will tell you that too!

“Easy”, “no more effort needed”. Women might be able to get away with that. Babies and children can.

Not men.

Anyway.

I just got done with 25*5 flights of stairs. Maybe 26 and why?

Because I think I lost track in between.

And everytime I do that, I add on another rep anyway.

You overtrain, I can just hear the idiots whine.

Oh well

From the crazy one.

The 0 Excuses Fitness system.

And that’s that.

Best

Rahul Mookerjee

Been getting crazy looks all day which for me is nothing new, of course. Why?

Well, yet another one of those strange habits I have is I avoid elevators like the plague every time I can. No, not because the light goes out if I stand in there on my phone with “no activity” – not because Hannibal Lecter has stored dead bodies on top of it – or I think they are death traps. None of that.

I simply prefer stairs that give me a workout without me even thinking about it.

Watching an “old man” we wont name here climbing three flights of stairs and panting like a runaway train,  I was reminded of a few things.

The old man in China who showed up at the hill daily and still does – regardless of weather or anything.

Marc, the African Silverback Gorilla commenting on how “I couldn’t even hear you breathe!” When we took the stairs to his 14th floor apartment. He could barely cimb DOWN the stairs for the next few days let alone up. For me I didn’t even feel it.

Uncle J at my first job going DOWN stairs “my exercise for the day”. Hehe.

The first time I climbed the hill with Ann Lee – and how the girls giggled at the fat lao wai. Hehe. I quite enjoyed that! Morphing into the bodyweight exercise Guru over the years – where four to six climbs up the hill daily became the norm, much like 500 pushups a day have now for me.

Memories, so many!

I have recently moved to a new location where I’m on the fourth floor.

Normally I make it a point to move to an apartment complex without elevators so I am forced to use the stairs – yes, Mom, even when lugging cases / crates of beer up. Hehe.

Today, part of my workout after 260 pushups was five jogs up those stairs.

My.

Done briskly, along with 50 pull-ups – gave me quite the lung busting workout.

I plan on upping it to 15 a day.

I haven’t climbed stairs or even the hill in years now.

But, the muscle memory just all came back like it never went away. Which I get . Years and years of hard training don’t go away overnight.

Anyway…..

It’s a lesson I’ve quoted often. Precious few listen.

Take the stairs.

Avoid the elevators.

Just doing this daily, especially if you live on higher floors – can shed inches off your waistline rapidly, improve cardio health beyond belief, strengthen your bones, improve your other (yes, bodyweight and weightlifting both) workouts beyond belief – and a ton of more benefits I can’t even begin to detail here.

It’s not ALL you need to do.

But even if it is, it’s a solid workout unto itself.

The internet says “climbing 50 stairs a day” is good to maintain a healthy heart.

Fooey.

I climbed 1000 per way up the hill..

Train hard.

The rest falls into place, men .

Advanced Hill Training is your ticket if you’re looking at serious lung busters but are unsure as to how to go about them..

And that’s that.

Best

Rahul Mookerjee

Ill nes  ver forget the black dude – our R.A. in the dorm standing next to me in the bathroom one morning while we were brushing our teeth and the quizzical “shake my head, wtf” look he once gave me.

I was saying good morning and other normal stuff.

Every time I did, this friendliest of friendly dudes shook his head as if in despair.

“Man, what language you be speaking!!!”.

Hehe.

I spoke perfect English. Down south though, you gotta speak Southern, have the drawl and with a UK/Indian accent I had at the time, for some reason the white dudes understood me perfectly well. Not so most black guys tho.

Nah.

Nothing racist about that.

Just fact as it happened. As TEMB once told me “this is hilarious. I was raised and born here and Habib Milakuwhat XXII speaks way better English than I”.

LOL.

Another fact.

Anyway, that was the day this callow at the time 17 year old realised he had to start using what he always naturally had – his chameleon like capabilities..

Three months later I remember my uncle, who has been in the US for 30 plus years now saying the following – “we couldn’t do it in all these years. He did it in three months”.

Quicker, actually. In fact I internalized the right accent for the moment so much that even consciously NOT trying to drawl, I remember my first boss Uncle J telling me upon meeting me at the airport in FL (job related) “oh, trust me, it shows’.

The charming Southern drawl that is. Haha.

But anyway – what does this have to do with pushups?

Simple.

I’ve been doing 300-500 daily for months now.

Not missing one single day. Woke up today after 2 hours of sleep at 4 AM and got right down to it.

And the more I see people doing what they consider pushups, jerking up and down horribly, mangling form in favor of high rep count, terrible core stability (you shouldn’t be slouching in the core!) – the more I think “wtf exercise is this”.

Pushups, my friend, and especially high rep pushups turn you into a female attracting beast as a man in a savage, raw manner that few exercises other than the pull-up can – but you have to do them correctly.

If all you do is sets of 50 slow basic pushups with proper form, or even 10 or whatever you can do NOW – you’ll have a core of steel like few other workouts can give you.

And that’s a fat Jack.

Fact. Hehe.

But you gotta do them right. Most don’t. And my course, by far THE premier course on pushups every serious fitness enthusiast MUST have – teaches you how.

Grab it right here.

And that’s that.

Best

Rahul Mookerjee

Fat or muscle? Which is it?

Such was the question posed by a cute Japanese girl in the gym..and a good one too.

Lots of people have this idea your muscles should be “perennially pumped and hard”.

No.

That’s not just unnatural – it’s harmful to the body. Which wild animal, loose, supple strong and graceful – walks around with “pumped muscles” all the time?

A cat – even a 300 kg plus tiger can leap several feet into the air at seemingly a minutes notice and perform other amazing feats of strength and agility – but we don’t notice these big cats flexing their legs all day do we? Or a monkey it’s arms?

You can sense the muscle is there under the smooth skin – much like wrestlers of old. The Gama had huge arms, but they weren’t “pumped” all day long.

Martial artists don’t walk around with flexed biceps all day either.

That’s the unnatural juiced up roid monster look most are after at the gym, but it not only shortens the muscles – but leads to a whole host of other strength/health problems down the line.

Anyway. I told her all this.

Had to add a line before that.

They SHOULD be soft. You’re a woman, if you don’t mind my saying so. Hehe.

I’ve seen lots of female laborers in India that are extremely attractive – from a vibe perspective (remember the bodacious maid working at the house the then wife ended up firing “because she was talking too much to me?” – strange, when I didn’t talk to her the ex complained “you never talk to her”(ie no man to keep her in line) and when I did “she’s your girlfriend now!” – women, hehe) – and have hip, arm and shoulder strength that would put many a man to shame.

Yet, touch their upper arms, smooth, soft and feminine to the touch. Ditto for massueses etc.

Men obviously don’t need the “feminine” touch – but your arms don’t need to be pumped all day long my friend. That’s just an extremely unnatural idea, not sure where and how it even caught on …

And that’s that.

For natural old school training methods used by boxers, wrestlers and strongmen of yore that you too can use to get fit quick within the privacy of your home – go here.

And that’s that.

Best

Rahul Mookerjee