“Straight B’s and You Get The Keys”

My seventeen year old son Jason loves sweets, carbs, and sitting down. That’s a recipe for gaining weight. So he’s gonna have to earn his Oreo milkshakes by working out. I want him (eventually) doing Isochain (raw strength and power), kettlebells (overall fitness) and yoga (health). I have him doing Five Tibetans with his M.A.G.I.C. Ritual, and that’s good enough for yoga, so we’re on our way.

Here’s the point: if he does this, he’ll have to learn to breathe properly. Learn to breathe properly, and he’ll learn how to interrupt his negative emotional patterns. Make sense?

O.K….”Parenting isn’t hard, its just daily.” Some of what we do is simply throwing stuff against the wall to see what sticks. Talking about having him do the 300 KB workout (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUxGWY3Xw_w&t=15s), he talked about doing it with a 20 pound KB. Smart — the cumulative muscular fatigue will make 20 pounds feel like 50 in five minutes. But when he said he’d rapidly start using higher weights, I told him that if he could do it with the 36 pounder, he’d be more over-all fit than anyone on his team (maybe a slight exaggeration, but with a 54? He’d be beyond most pro athletes, overall. Faster than anyone stronger than him, stronger than anyone faster than him.). I was just joking around, and told him that if he could do it with the 72 I’d buy him a CAR.

And…his eyes LIT UP. Man…you should have seen it. Understand: yesterday was a tough day for him. Started bad, and it wasn’t until 7 in the evening that he came…