After Paula and I presented at Cannes, we were sent some photographs by WARC.
Of course I wanted to look at them, but the thing that shocked me the most was the difference between the photo from our session, and the one – almost 2 years to the day – from our Strategy Is Constipated, Imagination Is The Laxative presentation.
Of course I knew there would be a difference – I’m now literally half the man I used to be – but I guess I hadn’t realized just how different the overall impact would be.
Which highlights one important thing: Strategists are fucking idiots. [Or at least I am]
Anyway, this is what I’m talking about …
While I recognize the ‘before’ sight of me, I can’t quite believe I let myself get into such a state.
Now some of it was not entirely my fault.
When I was younger I was very fit but an issue with my eye [Not the issue I’m going through now, another one and another eye] meant I was not allowed to do much exercise as there was a real chance of losing my sight, which obviously I didn’t want.
But then, over the years, the sedentary life because my day-to-day life.
And while I – if I’m being honest – didn’t like how I looked, I couldn’t see a way out of it.
Part of it was because I couldn’t imagine a life where I had to stop eating the food I loved.
Part of it was because I didn’t let myself accept how I looked – a kind-of body dysmorphia.
Part of it was I didn’t know how to change it, which caused me real turmoil.
That last point is the biggest one … because I went through real lows at different points in my life, recognizing the position I was in, even if I didn’t allow myself to recognize just how bad the position I was in.
Now it is important to note I am not saying I was lazy. If anything, I was ill … so while it’s dead easy for people to look at overweight individuals and think it’s all their own fault, it’s far more complex than that. Sure, they have to take responsibility for their situation, but there’s a lot going on in many of their lives which means they just don’t feel they can. Add to that, the fact it costs a lot of money to eat healthily and it just makes everything much, much more difficult.
Anyway, I posted that photo on Linkedin and – bizarrely – it got the most engagement of any post I’ve ever written on that platform. And all the comments were not just supportive, but very human. For a platform that seemingly revels in replicating American Psycho, that blew my mind and gave me more hope for business than I’d had in years.
But one question many asked was ‘how did I do it’ … so to round out the week, I thought I’d tell you what worked for me. Can’t guarantee it will work for everyone, but it has – and continues to [because it’s never going to change, even though I can be less strict on the range of food I eat] – be the foundation of how I live.
So here I go:
+ 1675 calories a day [total or net]
+ 25 grams of sugar a day
+ 65 grams of carbs a day.
And then I walk 15kms a day. Didn’t start that way, so it doesn’t really matter how far you go, as long as you do a couple of kms and you do it consistently.
I also write EVERYTHING I consume on an app called Lose It and that’s it.
To be honest I found it easier than I thought it would be but acknowledge I’ve had a lot of help from family, clients and colleagues.
My total loss – so far – is 47kg and while I still crave bread, I manage to only have it on special occasions. There’s a lot of good alts out there – from coffee to chocolate to rice to sauces – and while it takes a bit of getting used to, once you have, you will hardly know any difference at all.
Last thing … we all will have bad days. Accept it. Try not to have more than one a fortnight and if you’re going to do it, make sure it’s with good quality food that you love. If you’re going to fail, fail gloriously … but occasionally … and then get back on the horse the next day.
Bizarrely, while I can now eat a few more things now than I let myself originally … I actually LOVE getting back to my diet. Not only do I appreciate taste more than I ever have, I also accept some food is for fueling my body not just satisfying my gluttony.
That’s it … so if anyone wants to chat about specifics, just reach out to me. As I said, I can’t guarantee it is what you need, but I’ll happily answer anything you want to know, including some of the recipes/foods that have filled me up without necessarily clogging me up – haha.
So if you fancy giving it a go, ‘go big’ on Saturday … eat to your hearts content … but use Sunday to start planning for the rest of the week. I get how big a deal it is. I get how daunting it is. But apart from the health benefits – of which they are innumerable – if you’re anything like me, you might find the biggest change is you start to like and respect yourself a little bit. And as benefits go, that’s incredible.
Good luck, I’m here for anyone who needs to chat.
Filed under: A Bit Of Inspiration, Advertising, Agency Culture, Attitude & Aptitude, Colleagues, Comment, Complicity, Corporate Evil, Corporate Gaslighting, Health, Hope
Once upon a time, Elton John once sang, Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word.
What he forgot to add to that sentence was … “if you’re a toxic bastard”.
OK, there are some exceptions … but even when you’re sure you’ve done nothing wrong, if you see a colleague hurting from something you said or did, common decency suggests you’d reach out to them, because no one willingly wants a colleague to feel bad because of a misunderstanding. Or even a debate.
And yet there’s lots of people who seemingly do.
Just one look on my Corporate Gaslighting site tells you that.
Reveling in making others feel bad.
Or small.
Or useless.
Or a failure.
For many, this horrible experience can take years to get over and often, it never really leaves – it just sits there, waiting to be triggered by something at some point in the future.
It’s why it’s important to get help.
You’re made to feel it’s all been your fault. You’re made to feel shame to talk about it. You’re made to feel embarrassed to ask for help.
But – as I have said many times – this is all part of their approach.
The systematic undermining of your confidence to force your complicity and silence.
It’s abuse, pure and simple.
However it can get better. You can get stronger. You can look and move forward … which is why I want to leave you with 3 points to this pre-weekend post.
1. Remember you are not alone. They just want to make you feel that way.
2. If you’re going through this, reach out to me/us at Corporate Gaslighting.
3. Should you ever come across the person who deliberately caused you pain, discomfort and despair … one of the best things you can do for your healing is the following ….
Sure it may not be nice.
I understand it may not be professional.
But not only did they start it, it allows you to finally end it.
… then this is it.
Because there’s going to be no more post on this blog for a bit..
I know … I know … you never imagined me as your Fairy Godmother did you – but I am because today I fly to Sydney for a couple of days and then, when I come back, I go away again almost immediately.
FOR A WHOLE WEEK!
Sadly it’s to do with my eye rather than a holiday … a work trip … or one of my ‘great blagger adventures’ … so while its my pain, it’s most definitely your gain.
I know, I’m a Saint as well as a Fairy Godmother. Who knew?!
So have a good 10 days free from me and see you a week on Monday.
[though saying ‘see you’ seems slightly ironic as you can see from the ‘crap pirate’ pic below]
Filed under: A Bit Of Inspiration, Advertising, Attitude & Aptitude, Dad, Education, Eye, Health
As some of you know, I have had a serious eye problem since the beginning of the year.
What makes it worse is that it has affected the eye that was once my ‘good eye’.
Over the past 6 months, I’ve had all manner of drugs, tests and specialist visits and unfortunately, it keeps finding new things wrong with it rather than fixing the things we knew were wrong.
It’s pretty shit to be honest, but one thing happened a few weeks ago that made me laugh.
So I’m at the surgeons and they discovered the pressure in my eye was at an extreme high.
In a matter of weeks, it had risen 300% without any clear indication why. They immediately took action, administering all manner of new drugs to try and bring it under control as the ramifications of leaving it could be permanent blindess.
In typical ‘Campbell luck’ fashion, when they first re-checked the results – post first medication – the pressure had actually risen. That really freaked them out and were getting ready to send me to the hospital for an operation to relieve the pressure. But after another check 20 mins later, they saw it was starting to take affect.
Slowly, but as my surgeon said, “any decline is a good decline”.
Eventually things calmed down enough for them to feel good to send me home for a few days before getting me in to check the results again. To increase the odds of things going in the right direction, they gave me some additional meds and said:
“They will make you very sleepy and increase the odds of you needing the lavatory”.
I burst out laughing and said, “that’s an unfortunate combination” to which they looked at me confused.
After what felt like minutes, they laughed before telling me they’d never thought of that before.
Now I am not knocking them – they’re amazing and doing all they can to save my sight – but it did remind me of 2 things I’ve learned over the years.
The first is that very smart people are often a bit stupid outside of their field of excellence.
The second is a quote by the actor, Peter Ustinov who said:
“The people who reach the top of the tree are those who haven’t got the qualifications to detain them at the bottom”.
So much in life seems to be focused on only valuing the ‘academically smart’.
I get it, we need them. They’re brilliant and can do things that few could ever do – regardless of the amount of training.
Doctors.
Scientists.
Engineers.
You definitely don’t want any Tom, Dick or Harry taking on work like that.
But by the same token, there are people who have another set of skills that are just as worthy of respect.
An ability to do things that a doctor, scientist or engineer could never do – and yet has real value and benefit to the rest of us.
I don’t mean ‘everyday generalists’, I mean people with a level of skill and/or craft that represents real ability.
In life we need both groups of people … the academically smart and [for want of a better term] the life smart.
Both offer value and skills to who we are and how we live.
Both do things that the others couldn’t do and probably couldn’t imagine doing.
At a time where more and more companies will only hire those with ‘a degree’, it’s worth remembering that while education is hugely important and valuable we should – like the ad industry – make sure we’re not forgetting to evaluate and value those by what they have done, not simply what they know, because as my old man used to say:
“Talk is easy, action is hard”.
Filed under: Attitude & Aptitude, Auckland, Colenso, Colleagues, Comment, Fast Food, Food, Happiness, Health, India, Pizza
As many of you know, I’ve been on a health kick for about 18 months or so and in that time, I’ve managed to lose over 47kg.
Despite that …
Despite being very careful with what I eat.
Despite me noting down in an app every single item I put in my gob.
I never am in doubt how easily I could go back.
Maybe not to what I was, but definitely far from where I am.
Of course I allow myself some treats every now and then …
I have a whole loaf of sourdough, salted butter and jam on my birthday for example.
And now – when I go out for an occasional nice dinner – I may actually have things I enjoy rather than denying myself, in the knowledge it won’t happen very often.
But a few weeks ago, I found myself working late and needed dinner. If I’m being honest, it’s been A LONG TIME since I’ve grabbed food while working in the office … but I had my brilliant colleague, India, with me and we’d been talking about a place up the road that owns another place which serves some of the best pizza I’ve ever had.
EVER. HAD.
So off we went to Farina to go get some pies before we sat down to some late night work.
In my defense, I’d basically eaten nothing the whole day, so I was starving.
Plus I knew we had hours of work ahead of us and it was a cold, rainy night.
But while that is all contextual evidence, it doesn’t hide the fact that as soon as we were handed our pizza boxes and stepped out of the restaurant … this is what happened.
Yep, I was into it like a shark in a kids paddling pool.
Worse, I almost cried when I had fully demolished it.
Not just because it was so good – and it was SOOOOOO good – but because, like a shark who had tasted blood – my body had been reminded how fucking great ‘not-so-great-food-for-you’ is and I have to talk myself every day from going in and having another.
I don’t.
But I could.
Which is why when people talk about losing weight, the reality is that’s the easy part … it’s keeping the fucker off that’s the hardest thing. And that delicious circle of pepperoni pizza I shoved down my gob in the blink of an eye reminded me both how well I’ve been doing, but also how easily I could give it all up if I let myself.
And given Farina is 5 minutes walk from the office, that means I am currently the strongest man in the World.