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?