23/08/2026
I spent years treating my body like I didn’t give a s**t and then I wondered why I felt like crap all the time.
Too much alcohol.
Poor food.
Bad habits.
Anxiety.
Low confidence.
Very little respect for the body I was expecting to carry me through the rest of my life.
And for a long time, I could always find an excuse.
Stress.
Work.
Life.
Getting older.
I’ll sort it Monday.
I’ll start next month.
Sound familiar?
Here’s the uncomfortable bit:
Sometimes we need to stop blaming our age for problems our habits helped create.
Yes, getting older changes things.
But turning 40, 50 or 60 does not suddenly give you permission to stop giving a f**k about yourself.
At 50, I realised something had to change.
Training became part of my way back.
Not because a six-pack was going to fix my life.
It wasn’t.
But every time I trained I kept a promise to myself. I was doing something I hadn’t done consistently for a long time:
I was showing myself that I actually mattered.
The body started changing.
But so did the man living inside it.
More structure.
More strength.
More confidence.
More self-respect.
Nearly 55 now, and I still have s**t days.
I still have to make choices.
I still have to do the work.
The difference is I no longer treat getting older as an excuse to slowly abandon myself.
And if you’re in your 40s, 50s or beyond and recognise some of the old me in yourself, maybe you don’t need another motivational quote.
Maybe you need an uncomfortable conversation with yourself.
Are you actually getting old or have you just stopped looking after yourself?
Because those are two very different fu***ng things.
And if you're ready to start doing something about it, DM me the word COMEBACK.
