Without sounding vain a part of my gym goals is to look good. I don’t particularly want to look good to anybody else except the guy in the mirror who keeps looking at me with an unimpressed look upon his face. I don’t think I’ll ever really please him. Some days he’ll give the thumbs up, but more often than not he’ll tell me that I look like a sack of shit.

I know that I don’t really. I know that if I follow the science, the methods that work and my knowledge on training in health and fitness then I’m doing pretty well. But that fellow in the mirror tries to derail me. He tries to get me to sack off dry January, order another takeaway, abandon any sort of discipline and watch Loose Women instead of going to the gym to train.
Those who see me in the gym don’t realize that I have a very unfriendly face ready to frown at me as I get home to look in the mirror. They see the PT. The go to trainer with a few tips and tricks to show the gym members. The motivator. I’m good at what I do so I can pretty much PT myself. I AM the PT and the motivator to lots of people and I’m all of that to myself too with great success. No matter what HIM in the mirror says. I’ve got him under control. He doesn’t control me anymore.
But for years he did control me. I guess, without ever being diagnosed, you could call it body dismorphia.
I was never bothered about going thin on top as a young man. I couldn’t control that so it just never affected me. I love a shaved head now! Even if I was given hair tomorrow I’d probably go for the exact same style as I have it now. But what has always troubled me is the stuff I can control. If I am in charge of it, then I want to do something about it. I can control my weight and my body composition. Genetic factors play a part in my body composition but on the whole, by far, I get to be in control.
And it’s this fixation on this control that became my saviour. I was in a dark place before I started to dedicate my time to the gym around 22 years ago. Exercise saved me. But this fixation also brought about my buddy in the mirror. He was probably always there, I’d just never noticed. But his nastiness got out of hand when I were in my 20’s. Now he has calmed down a lot. He’s actually much kinder than he used to be. Maybe he listens to my wife like me and knows that what she says goes! And she thinks I’m a catch.
My first words to those who train with me is ‘you’ve got to love yourself first, whatever you want to change, you must realise that there is absolutely nothing wrong with you and there’s nothing wrong with wanting change either.’
This is imperative, I believe, to achieve whatever you want to achieve. You too might have your mirror friend looking down at you occasionally, but YOU are in control and not them. Smile at them. They smile back.
Be. In. Control.








