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When the kids break up for their school holidays, you know what's coming. Hours of time spent at the soft play Sticky tables, shitty overpriced coffee and the mum club in the corner clucking to get home for a Pinot Grigio Kids crying everywhere you look, covered in Wotsits' mush and dried snot And yours? Pulling at your arm to come play with them “Not right now kiddo, you go find a friend to play with” All your kid wants to do it play with you, but you can't face crawling

You are the reason you have no energy & keep burning out. You keep telling yourself “it’s supposed to feel like this” because taking a day off means you're lazy. I mean, who else is gonna carry the boats right? Mate, you can’t even carry yourself up the stairs without gassing out. You’ve got your foot to the floor with no fuel in the tank and boom…..there goes your right phalange. Tired all the time, crawling out of bed like a zombie every morning. Sleeps fucked, appetite is

Have you ever looked down, grabbed that bit of belly fat between your fingers, rolled it around, and let out a big sigh… Then you start lying yourself “It’s not that bad, I've been busy, enjoying life" But deep down, you know it is. And the excuses start flying in: You’ve been stressed. You’ve always been “a bit bigger.” You’re “not built” to be in shape. I’ve heard them all before, hundreds of times. And do you know when I usually hear them? From the same people months later

Look, I get it. That number on the scale can mess with your head. I coach people every day who are chasing fat loss, more muscle, better health & confidence. Not just smaller digits. But just listen to this. I saw a video the other day of a very overweight woman smashing her bathroom scales because, in her words (between gasps of air), "They’ve ruled my life". No. What’s ruled her life is a lack of discipline, accountability and an unhinged sense of entitlement. She talks abo

If procrastination burnt calories… Most of you would be walking around with 6 packs like you're about to step on on a bodybuilding stage. But it doesn’t, and you aren’t. You don’t burn fat by thinking about getting your act together. You don’t build muscle by talking about joining the gym. And you don’t fix your health by planning to start next Monday for the 100th time this year. (I know the math doesn't math there but just go with it) You already know that. You’ve said it

You can have every tool in the world. All the knowledge, the resources, the checklists, the macro guides, the calorie calculators, the “hacks” But if you don’t know how to use them consistently? It’s like having a satnav when you're lost up Mt. Everest One of the women in my nutrition education group PowerFuel is the perfect example. She knew exactly what to do to lose weight How to set up her calories, what foods worked best for her, how to adjust when she gained or lost we

I had a girl message me on Instagram and tell me one of my reels on Instagram gave her “The Ick”. Never spoken to her. Never met her. Just slid into my DMs “Your reel with the spoon gave me the ick”. Did it knock my confidence? Not even close mate. Why, because I don’t measure my worth by validation from others. But I used to. The old Mike would have been in the fetal position crying in the shower, you know, like a real man does. But if you’re sat reading this now thinking I

Do you ever just scroll through instagram and see the 18 year old lad in his bedroom telling you "We all have the same 24 hours in the day" Offering you life advice while they are still clinging on to their mother’s umbilical cord? Honestly, if I had a fucking quid for every time I heard this I wouldn't be sat here writing out this email..... I'd be in the war room with the Tates smoking cigars and trafficking people. Everyone needs a hobby when they're corruption level r

So I recently moved into a new apartment. And guess what it doesn’t have? No, not a sofa. Not a microwave. A fucking cutlery drawer. Whoever designed this kitchen should have Gordan Ramsey slapping 2 slices of bread around their head But, am I still eating my meals? Yes. Am I sat cross legged on the floor ladling soup with my hands like some smelly hippy? Absolutely not. Why? Because I’m not gonna throw a wobbler over drawer logistics and starve myself. I make it work. And I