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![]() Craig Harper (B.Ex.Sci.) is the #1 ranked Motivational Speaker by Google. He is a qualified exercise scientist, author, columnist, radio presenter, television host and owner of one of the largest personal training centres in the world.
Motivational Speaker - Craig Harper
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What's Your Brand?I recently spoke at a conference with a guy who (I was informed) gets paid over $15,000 for his forty five minute presentation. Was he good? Yep. Was he mind-blowingly incredible? Nope. Was he fifteen times better than the $1,000 speaker? Nope. Then why did that company pay so much for his services? Because they were buying a brand that's why. A name. A reputation. A Lesson About LearningMemorising a whole bunch of stuff ain't learning; that's memorising. A nice party trick but ain't gonna change your reality for the better. Some people recite motivational crap all day, but they don't actually live it. Therefore, they haven't learned. The Muffin-top PioneerIt's the late seventies. I'm thirteen years old. I'm a tank. Gorgeous, but a tank.
I weigh the best part of 90 kilos (200lbs) and it's school swimming sports day. Yippee. I'd rather hit myself in the head with a hammer, but here I am. I don't want to swim but I have no option; it's compulsory. Private school rules. Everyone is put into a swimming section. Everyone races. I am in the remedial section; the home of the geek, the uncoordinated and the fat. The Broccoli PrincipleEven as a teenager I learned that, as a rule, the stuff which tasted great was bad for me, and the stuff which tasted like complete crap, was gonna do me the most good. What a ridiculous notion. What kinda weird-ass, nasty prank is that to play on a fat food-loving kid? So not fair. So not a lesson that I wanted to learn.
"Whaddaya mean, donuts don't have the same nutritional value as vegetables? Let me see that research paper." Single? What's Wrong With Him?It's like they have a picture in their mind of me sitting at home every night in my underwear, in a room lit by candles, eating meatloaf flavoured ice-cream from a paper plate, with my pet rat Eugene on my shoulder, my feet in one of those foot spas, a little 'Enya' playing in the background and some strategically placed cushions with images of my ex-girlfriends embroidered on them, lying around the room.
That's okay right? Ho, Ho, Ho Into Those Christmas CaloriesHow dare I suggest that we include some healthier options on our Christmas menu and that maybe we don't continue eating until we explode. What am I thinking? Apparently, the point of Christmas is food. You know that whole 'three wise men, the manger, Mary, Joseph and the baby Jesus' thing? Well, turns out that the real meaning of Christmas is to see how much pleasure we can give ourselves via an inordinate amount of calories. Who'da thought? Great Body. Pity About the RestHaving spent twenty five years owning and running gyms and helping people create their best body has taught me many (many, many) lessons and reinforced many pre-existing beliefs. Lessons that some people desperately need to learn. Weight-loss BullshitThe sooner we call fat what it is (as opposed to deluding ourselves by calling each other full-figured, big-boned and heavy-set) the sooner we will get serious about addressing obesity in a real, practical, no bullshit way. Perhaps we should worry less about political correctness and more about heart disease, diabetes, bowel cancer and the plethora of other obesity-related conditions.
"Whatever you do.. don't mention the 'F' word.. you might hurt her feelings; she's not fat, she's... voluptuous The Thief of TimeAs I stand there in my fat body, looking at my broken car, with the words of my angry boss ringing in my ear, I wonder what became of the young enthusiastic man with the dreams, the plans and the talent.
I wonder where the years have gone.
I walk back to the mirror.
I stare some more.
Humiliated. Devastated. Broken.
This wasn't my plan. Personal Development - a Dog's LifeI reckon the Boss should lie in the sun with me.
And chew his foot for a while.
It's relaxing.
It might help with his stress.
Whatever that is.
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