I’d like to take this opportunity to tell you why I do what I do.
The genesis of becoming a health consultant.
It wasn’t a result of happenstance. It stemmed from an event that occurred in my formative years.
At the time my dad had a senior job in the city which saw him start very early and finish very late.
I didn’t see all that much of him. Some times at the weekend but those periods were fleeting.
This seemed to be the norm for the schooling part of my life.
And over time this high pressure senior role took its toll on him.
His energy levels declined, his stress increased and he was having more doctors appointments.
They were concerned with his health.
Turns out that chronic high stress, zero activity. A diet that resembled a 5 year olds birthday party. And a bullfrogs sleep routine wasn’t all that conducive to a healthy living.
Reality hit home when the cardiologist said that with without open heart surgery a cardiac event was imminent!
It wasn’t a choice. It was an ultimatum. Surgery or you’ll be shuffling off this mortal coil!
It seemed like only days later he was checked in to hospital.
They opened him up and veins were taken from various other parts of his body and replaced those blocked ones around his heart.
That’s what I was told anyway, this period in my life was a bit blurry.
Although I do remember, very vividly, coming home after school – and finding myself alone a fair bit.
As my mum would be at his bedside at the hospital.
I’d make meals for myself and my mum for when she would return late at night.
It was all a bit surreal. And I didn’t understand the severity of the situation. Not until I went to visit my dad.
I remember it was one of the first times I’d been into the City.
Everything was overwhelming, the amount of people, the buildings the noise and the pace of it all.
Several hours had past in what felt like only a few minutes. And we had reached the station adjacent the hospital.
I remember walking in to the ward and seeing my dad.
I barely recognised him
When I sat down beside him I remember being asked questions by the doctor and nurses.
Light hearted chit chat they’d developed from years of developing a bedside manner.
But I didn’t respond. I could muster any words. My mum had to respond for me. As I was transfixed on my dad.
You know when you feel yourself come out of yourself, in a malaise?! That sort of thing.
I was starring at the person that was lying there in the hospital bed hooked up to the machines, and wiring.
It was almost like he wasn’t a human but part of a machine.
The Doctors and my mum trying to lighten the mood. Regaling me with stories of his projectile vomiting post surgery.
But this didn’t permeate the trance I was in.
I remember feeling numb.
And then I felt anger. Angry that this had happened
That he’d let this happen, that he’d chose this.
It wasn’t an unfortunate set of circumstances or genetics
It was the choices he’d made compounded over time that had culminated in this.
This fucked up situation where I didn’t know if he was coming home or not.
I remember the cessation of our visit and being prompted to say goodbye by my mum. Walking through the hospital wing towards the elevator.
I remember this very clearly. Because that was the defining moment.
It was when I told myself ‘that was not going to happen to me’.
That it was on me to look after myself. I must learn from other peoples mistakes as well as my own.
And my dad was exhibit A.
It felt like this experience had knocked me out of the status quo lifestyle that everyone was living. And into a parallel dimension running alongside it.
An Anthropological dimension. From which I would extrapolate societal norms and collate information.
Whilst doing this I started to realise that it wasn’t just my dad that was in poor health.
It was my friend’s dads too.
And men I was hearing about in the news (back when I used to read/watch it). So many men were struggling.
But no one was talking about the elephant in the room.
Everyone was accepting it as the norm. I suppose when everyone is sick it’s no longer considered a disease.
Fast forward man years from then to today.
I look back at this experience and whilst it was difficult and frustrating at the time.
I was also grateful that I had gone through it.
Because I had found my purpose; to save men from themselves.
To help them develop the discipline they need. To elude the temptations of modern living (which have become the imperceptible demise of men).
It’s this purpose that gets me up in the morning and keeps me going late in the evening.
I’ve become more enthused about efficiency, productivity and lifestyle habits. Because I need the energy to to propel me through the day and work on my mission.
And the beauty of it; the things I do to work on my purpose are self perpetuating. They give me more energy.
Not only that but the job satisfaction I get from.
Helping others to have more energy, and manage their health so they can give 100% to their passion, is incredible.
Knowing they’ve made an important transition in their life and set an important example for the children they’re raising.
Not only has Andy helped my physical health (I’ve managed to lose 10 kg in 3 months), he’s helped my mental health too.
His constant praise, encouragement and holding me accountable for my actions has meant I’m now more motivated and active.
I’ve started writing a book I’ve been wanting to write for ages, and now feel like I have more time and energy to pursue other interests.
I’m even starting to feel better about myself whenever I see a mirror. I’ve even seen some photos of me recently that I haven’t instantly hated 🙂
Given my time again, I would hire Andy in a heartbeat.