I know the power of what I say – even more so how I say it.
It is real. And it comes from pain and wisdom.
It is not always written to motivate or to be liked.
I know this because these are the same philosophies and words that not only changed who I was.
But saved me from it.
People see how I look. They see my last name.
Many people say I am confident, arrogant, super ego. And so on. Appreciated.
They can’t comprehend how much work, sacrifice and pain it took.
They don’t want to understand. Because then they to would be free to do the same.
I am not talking about fitness or working out. I haven’t for years.
People see what they want to see.
To this day I get “online fitness gurus” telling me how they can make my fitness business even more profitable in 3 easy steps.
Nothing comes easy.
And the ignorance speaks for itself.
As I was laid out on a mattress in an apartment I was behind on the rent.
Working two jobs, while balancing the pursuit of muay thai and managing hangovers.
I had no real guides. No role models.
No one had experienced life like me,
at the very least talking about it was the last thing they wanted to do.
As I laid there on that mattress I would watch prerecorded videos of Greg offering me the choice of being a pussy or stepping into my greatness. I felt like he was speaking to me.
He placed out the entire pathway. I had no intention of making my own videos.
Or helping people. But when I did. And committed my life to it.
Things made sense. Had meaning and purpose.
He talked about the haters, hermit crabs as he called them, appearing in the comment section only to talk shit to deflect how pathetic their own life was.
I followed that same path, maybe if I get jacked, have a nice car, be “the man”.
Then I will be happy. Then everything will be ok. It didn’t work out that way.
It simply amplified the darkness.
He had been saying that for years. I guess like the guys that learn from me,
you figure it out the hard way. But that is better than not at all.
After I started investing in my education, taking training and a business seriously.
Just by chance, the town I lived in, the gym I was running my business in plus part time managing.
Greg showed up. Just landed in Oz to do a few speaking gigs. I could tell he was tired as shit (having done that myself now I really know.) Yet he was who I expected him to be, more so.
I had been let down so many times by my idols, I almost didn’t want to meet him.
But he offered us tickets to his presentation, in that 3 hours, something changed in me.
I stopped playing small, I went after everything that I wanted and I started speaking with as much energy and passion as I could pull out of myself. Maybe at least reaching one man, possibly a few chapters back on my path. If I could do what Greg did for me. For hundreds of men all over the world.
That would be a life worth living, that would be a life worth committing everything to.
From something I had long given up (life), and was just buying time and living so dangerously that death was only around the corner.
It still kind of makes me laugh, an Indian bloke stopped Greg mid talk to talk about bicep curl form or protein intake – something trivial. He just smiled at him and laughed, “buddy, you don’t even know what you want or why.” Because when you know what you want. You ask much better questions, so you get better answers.
Training came easily to me, learning how to lift weights in prison, learning muay thai in Frankston.
Hard work, pain, results. Came easily. It wasn’t an issue because I knew what I wanted and I didn’t fuck around.
It was overcoming depression, low self-esteem, super addictive behaviour. It took someone who was willing to share their own darkness, their own pain like a brief story Greg told when he was a ranger he used to be a paratrooper, he reminisced on times when he almost wouldn’t pull the rip cord.
Did he want to die? I am not sure.
I guess at that point he just hadn’t found a reason to live.
A reason to fight.
Same as me, same as a concerning large and growing number of men in society.
Without out your own personal vision, your own personal mission. You are just stalling on death coming to collect. Paying bills, pretending to be happy, “doing it for your kids”.
You just don’t know who you are or what you want. You won’t go the extra mile for anything.
So you will fall on your sword for just about anything.
I share my own stories, the same way Greg did. In 3 hours he told me about the dark side of the fitness industry, the people that screwed him over, took advantage of his genuine love of wanting to help people. So when it happened to me, it didn’t send me spiralling back.
And I didn’t put anyone in hospital. It was just a test on how much I wanted it.
That’s simply all I teach men in my “fitness program”, find something worth living for, really living for.
And going after it with everything you have. And if what you have isn’t enough, fix it and improve it.
Because without that something, you are going to ask stupid ass questions about bicep curls, which alcohol won’t make me fat, how to do I pick up chicks? Etc
Your body, your life, your mind, it is a reflection of how you feel about you.
That is how I read people. Because I know exactly how most men feel.
Even if they don’t tell me, I can see it.
And not even the strongest men survive in that mindset long.
If you are that man. I can help you.
But don’t waste my time with stupid questions or half assessed commitment.
You either want to change. Or you don’t.
Good news is, you don’t need to pay me to remain a loser.
That is free. And a guarantee.
If you want the truth, a road map and a guide through the darkness.
Reach out. Most of my teachings can be found online for free.
Like I said, without going all in.
You’ll just quit or give up when it get’s hard anyway.
There’s some free advice.
Thank you Greg,
God rest your soul.
And thank you for taking the time to read this.
I’m Dan Fitts.
And are you tired of being a fucking pussy?
"D, you are going to change the world one day."
My mother said to me when I was young, she had both hands on my shoulders.
I listened. Then she handed me a hand written note "please sell my son booze",
or something like that and sent me on my way to the local store to get her daily wine.
People question me about my mental health.
Am I really happy?
I mean how could I "teach" this to men if I wasn't.
How could I lead men to "freedom" if I wasn't free myself.
All I know is pain. My mind is very dark most days. It always has been.
I am the happiest and most in control I ever have been. Not perfect.
But where I came from, who I was. It is a God damn miracle I am alive or even want to help people. Let alone fix my own shit.
All the bullshit going on these days. Lock-downs, crazy restrictions and most importantly the regulations around earning a living. Making money.
There is a reason I am so vocal about it, so passionate about it. Most people just repeat generic talking points they see on TV or the same garbage people around them repeatedly say.
Strangely enough, the same way they live most of their life.
I won't bore you the countless places I have teached and shaped minds, from school, gyms, prisons, conferences etc. I won't try and prove to you facts about what I have done, learned and accomplished in the mental/physical health field.
The thousands of lives I have impacted in such a positive way it makes it almost undeniable I know what I am talking about, more then likely a lot more then you.
I am not here to prove that, nor I am interested. You can say and do what you like, hence while I am fighting for freedom at the moment. More importantly I KNOW the reality of what people are going through right now.
If you have the luxury to plead your case in the court of the comment section, I tell ya from experience. It is not that bad.
Like I said, most days my mind is incredibly dark. Most people in my game, especially the ones who are good at it. They are the same.
I know what is like to live, hungry, scared, helpless and looking at a long stretch of days and months to come of it. I am not talking about prison or a job you hate. I am not even talking about waiting for China virus to go away.
I am talking about being a kid. In a home. That is the furthest thing from a home.
That was my life, for a long time. It is not something I really talked about in detail, even to this day.
I remember the times I would be going through the cupboards looking for something to eat. Not because I grew up in a third world country, but because living with a single parent who is an abusive alcoholic you find yourself making decisions a kid shouldn't have to make.
Do I wake up mum and ask for food? Or do I not risk getting yelled at or beaten with some random object because she hasn't sobered up yet?
Most of meals for quite some time consisted of calling the pizza shop across the road. The guy even know my voice when I called.
I knew what is was like to get dragged into the police station and lectured about the "drug problem". Not because I was on drugs. I was 12. But my mother was like me, good at talking and working in the ER at Frankston hospital (blows my mind still), I guess the officers she used to complain to about her outlaw son at home, they really couldn't tell she was drunk most of the time and experiencing an alcohol induced psychosis.
I remember looking at the Sergeant or Constable, thinking wow "you really have no idea about the reality at my home do you?". Not that it mattered, I just would shut off from the world further and further. Until I was on the street. Boosting cars, doing drugs - the irony. The person that said they wanted to protect me from all these things was the person that drove me to it.
By that stage, the police couldn't catch me or stop me. I had adopted my mothers ability to be able to put on a poker face, to pretend everything was fine, I had no fear and/or I have no concern about consequences.
It was not even ten years later I was behind bars. I'd never speak to my mother again until her death. And whether it was the booze or just the sheer pain of looking at her truth. She never changed. At 18 I was still fighting her battles, literally. I nearly added a murder charge to my wrap sheet, courtesy of her new partner.
If it was so dark, why didn't I kill myself? Seems to be a common thing these days. In fact the biggest killer in middle aged men. At least where I am from.
I would of, I am action taker. I do what needs to be done and if checking out was the only way to take care of the pain that I live with. It'd be done. I came close.
But some friends beat me to it. One walked in front of a train, one ate a bullet, the list goes on. But it only took two funerals for me to realise I could never do it. Even as much as I did like hurting people back in those days. I wouldn't leave the pain they left behind for me, I wouldn't put that on my worst enemy.
Booze worked, so did violence. Although even in the boxing ring though. I knew I was just avoiding the truth. I had to find things that made me feel good. That didn't destroy me, because just like my mother and my friends, it was only a matter of time.
There is an urban legend that I can't die or I am a robot. Maybe.
Regardless, while I am here. It might as well have some good moments. As my Grandpa said to me before he died, life is full of good and bad memories, it is simply up to you to fill it was as many good ones as you can. He died last year. Not because of China Virus. He was old.
People seem to be ignorant of the fact, people die, all the time. This is not a new thing. And wearing a mask, not going to work and shooting yourself up with experimental drugs. Believe it or not. Probably not going to make you live longer.
In fact much the opposite.
Last time I did a lock down. It was in prison. It was generally a punishment or so they could let guys in protection ie sex predators roam safely around the grounds.
Might just be a strange coincidence it is much the same with these ones.
People just trying to do time (life) are punished, while the criminal politicians, many of them peadophiles, get to roam freely. These just are my feelings. You can find out more about that here.
Regardless of you views and beliefs about what is going on right now.
There is one thing that is undistupatable. As the economy gets worse, as making money becomes harder and as life becomes more stressful. Families, dads, men and most importantly kids. They suffer. And I know for a fact there are kids out there right now. Because of this government enforced bullshit. Those kids lives right now, it must make my past look like disney world.
I've worked out how to deal with mine, the bright shoes, a life of service, God, riding my bike and Steven the cat.
I will be the voice for those can't speak, I will be the light for those kids that have lost all hope. Life wasn't even bad when the police would take me to the station as a kid. It was just a lie my mother told so well. It must have been real.
Whether I was doing drugs or not. Whether I was bad kid or not.
The damage was already done. (for the record I wasn't)
But I became one. I have consumed more drugs and alcohol by 20 then most men would do in their whole life, because I only focused on pain.
And problems with no productive solutions. Or any.
What people focus on, they become.
What we say we don't want, we get.
That's how I pulled myself out of that life,
and I think it's time the whole world pulled their head of there ass,
stop thinking, talking focusing on all the things we don't want.
And simply start doing and being who we want.
Because putting life on hold isn't living.
Avoiding pain, truth and the hard road.
Again, just takes away life.
Despite how hard it is.
We got ourselves here. We get ourselves out.