BEWARE! WORKOUT SCAM EXPOSED!

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To all my friends! Do NOT go out and join a gym this year. I know a guy who tried that and it didn’t work.

Enjoying a cup of coffee  on the couch this January 2 morning, my wife was watching Kathy Lee and Hoda interview the experts on metabolism, how to get in shape, lose weight, etc, etc, etc. And I almost got suckered in!

Lucky for me, I did some research and discovered that going to the gym doesn’t guarantee any success. They don’t tell you that when they take your money. I found out that you actually have to exercise there. Not only that, but even those who DO, will be unspeakably sore all over for the next several days. DAYS, not hours!

Research shows that even those who survive the initial first few days still have to go back and workout again on a regular basis. Like, seriously, every day.

If you’re motivated enough to do that, the next thing you’ll discover is that exercise is only a small part of it. Next, they try to convince you to give up pizza, pasta, barbecue, bourbon, and bagels with cream cheese. They tried to brainwash you into eating things like yogurt, kale and quinoa.

A former sales rep from a well-known national chain (didn’t want his name on record) said that a high percentage of people who join the gym never get in shape. He said that he can produce factual proof that most people who join, quit. You can’t argue with facts.

And don’t think that working out at home is any different. I know a guy who bought a treadmill and uses it to hang his clothes on.

I’m just thankful that I wasn’t seduced by the pictures of the sweaty people with rock hard abs. It really seems like a cult to me. Sure, there are some people who get in great shape but they must have gotten in at the beginning. Glad I did my research!

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When the Tables Turn

 

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A week before my 20th birthday, I requested that day off from my job at the hardware store. But when the new schedule was posted, I noticed that it wasn’t granted. I asked the boss (let’s call him Al) about it, and he told me that I was low man on the totem poll.

So, in classic Tommy Wyatt form, I decided to take that day off anyway and did so in vintage Ferris Bueller fashion. Not only did I blatantly disrespect authority that day, but I also had the cojones (is that a word?) to show up at 5:30 to pick up my paycheck.

Handing me a small manilla envelope with cash, Al’s last words to me were, “You’re fired. Get the hell out of here.” I complied.

Flash forward almost 20 years, I had just been named “Entrepreneur of the Year” for a billion dollar network marketing company and was on stage presenting a financial opportunity to a large audience.

There, fifteen-or-so rows back on the left side of the auditorium, was a face I recognized from my past. Yep. It was Al.

I knew that a confrontation was inevitable and a million thoughts went through my mind as our eyes met and we walked towards one another after the meeting broke up. I didn’t harbor any ill will. Did he?

“Tommy Wyatt,” he said, in his dull voice, face expressionless as always, extending his hand. Turns out, Al was down on his luck. He had recently joined our company and was part of my personal organization. He was requesting my assistance.

As much as I wanted to squint, give him the Clint Eastwood face twitch and some great one liner, I made a snap decision to take the high road and instead chose friendly and cordial. Screen shot 2014-07-18 at 10.26.50 AM

Al asked a lot of me over the next few months – I even returned to that dusty old hardware store – and I worked hard for him (again). So much so, in fact, that he started getting the illusion that he was the boss again. Hence, nothing gave me more pleasure than the day I told him he was ready to fly on his own. That was when I turned and “got the hell out of there” (again).

In retrospect, I’m glad I summoned the strength (at age 20) not to burn that bridge. I can’t say it was wisdom back then, maybe just good luck. And I’m glad Al didn’t carry a grudge either. Or maybe he did, but had to humble himself.

Its a funny thing about life; the tables turn all the time.

Stay humble my friends.

 

 

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