There are few things in life as fun as not shagging women. Okay, I exaggerate. Yet, I’m remarkably balanced and tranquil nowadays and I’ve been getting into the business of Mindbuilding in addition to Bodybuilding. Without skirt turning my head every five minutes I’m rather focused on productive pursuits.
I was chatting to my personal trainer yesterday. He commented that my discipline and work-rate are exceptional. I never skip a session, never complain, and I always give 100%. “There’s no way I could put so much into the session if I had an office job,” I tell him. “We only have two hours genuine focus per day. On back or legs days, I have to go straight home and have a nap. Usually I’m too tired to even watch YouTube.”
“We’ve got even less than two hours focus, mate,” he said.
I tell him about my mate Clappsy, a determined London daygamer with a penchant for diseased women. He goes to BJJ class before his full-time job, training at purple belt level. I can’t imagine anything more ardous before starting work than having purple belts squashing and grinding me at 7am. “He’ll give the best of himself in BJJ and have little left over for the office,” said my trainer. And after work, he goes out and daygames! Madness!
Progress = Intensity + Consistency
My gym is going great precisely because I cleared the decks for it. It’s the number one priority in my day. It’s the one thing that, in a pinch, will not be sacrificed. By making it the unequivocal number one, I can pour all my focus into it. Whatever focus is left over can go into the reading, writing, or *shock* daygame. That said, let me elaborate a little on my mantra of Seratonin not Dopamine.
I wrote earlier about escape loops. Briefly, cortisol builds up when something in your life isn’t going in the right direction and you need the impetus to change. Modern society allows us to overwhelm the cortisol badfeelz by way of unlimited options to access the goodfeelz of dopamine. The problem isn’t solved but the symptoms are drowned out by video games, porn, consumer spending, shagging, or whatever else we choose for pleasure. This sets up an unresolved tension in day-to-day life. We bail out the water flooding the kitchen without ever thinking to simply turn off the taps.
When faced with decisions, I want to choose the happiness over pleasure. When in the grocery store I want to choose the low-fat cottage cheese over the bag of cookies. When in the bar, I was to choose coke zero over beer. When in the gym, I want to choose the last two painful reps over putting the bar down when there’s still gas in the tank.
These are moments of weakness. Moments when the siren song of dopamine calls out to you. “Take the easy road, Nick. You only live once! You could get hit by a bus tomorrow.” Thus I have my little mantra: Seratonin Not Dopamine. Choose happiness over pleasure. Choose calm over ego.
It’s been working out well for me so far. My no-fap streak is at eight weeks and gets easier daily. I’m still averaging a book every two days and resisting the lure of video games and Netflix . I’m applying the same discipline to building my mind through reading, contemplation, and chemical management  as I do with the bodybuilding.
Progress is not an illusion, it happens, but it is slow and invariably disappointing (says George Orwell). I take the long-term view towards mindbuilding as I do bodybuilding. Aristotle has it that we become virtuous through practising virtue. We are what we consistently do. So, by consistently working on my body and mind I how the slow and invariably disappointing progress accumulates until the improvement is eventually marked. It’s certainly what happened when I was learning daygame: trust the process, do everything right, and eventually the rewards come.
As usual, fuck all that lifestyle design mindwank. Shagging birds is what counts so buy Daygame Overkill and Daygame Mastery. Or, alternatively, you could pay The Natural Lifestyles or Robbie Kramer thousands of dollars to feed their Ukrainian hooker habits while they bullshit you about lifestyle design and “game” 
 I did watch an episode of Mad Men last night. Pretty good.
 I don’t mean taking drugs or any nootropic bullshit. I just mean structuring my life and cognitive structures to precipitate serotonin and oxytocin over dopamine.
 Or even better, you could pay into one of con-trepreneur Andrew Tate’s pyramid schemes to keep him in rented Lambos and his regular coffee-and-cigars in the lobbies of five star hotels he can’t afford a room in.