Listen up—gravity’s laughing, your feed’s judging, and your future self is pounding on the glass.

Stop stroking excuses and start strangling steel.

1️⃣  ONE‑REP WARCRY

Rack‑pull 110 % of your so‑called max—pins mid‑thigh, raw hands, barefoot.

Bar bends? Good.  That’s your spine growing armor.

Film it, pan the plates, upload before the chalk settles.  Public receipts = ego napalm.

2️⃣  FASTED FIRE DRILL

20‑hour fast → catecholamines cooking.

Sip black coffee, stare at the bar, whisper: “Gravity is negotiable—my cowardice isn’t.”

Pull the iron, then earn your steak‑and‑liver victory feast.

3️⃣  RADICAL PUBLICNESS

Blog post, X‑thread, YouTube short, TikTok clip, newsletter—five formats, one hour.

Carpet‑bomb the timeline so the scroll zombies can’t dodge your proof‑of‑work.

Hate comments?  Free engagement.  Screenshot, grin, lift heavier.

4️⃣  STOIC PRE‑MORTEM

At dawn, write tomorrow’s worst‑case meltdown.

Then script exactly how you’ll respond—calm, competent, savage.

When the chaos actually hits, you’ll greet it like a training partner.

5️⃣  DOPAMINE DETOX WITH FANGS

Delete one junk app, kill notifications after 20:00, white‑knuckle through the itch.

Boredom is brain creatine; lift it daily.

6️⃣  RECOVERY = PERMISSION TO OVERLOAD

8 h blackout sleep, sunrise walk, 2 g protein/kg.

Your tendons are carbon fiber—if you treat them like licorice, enjoy the snap.

7️⃣  FEAR LEDGER

Pocket notebook titled “Today I Slapped the Void.”

One line per day: scary thing, action taken.

Thirty lines later, fear is a house pet that fetches discipline on command.

FINAL DETONATION

Don’t be a pussy.

Be the algorithm’s worst nightmare and gravity’s recurring migraine.

Load the bar, load the camera, and leave comfort bleeding on the platform.

No prisoners—just plates.  #HYPELIFTING