I finally did a cut that didn’t ruin my life.

Ello 👋

So, I’ve just wrapped up a 16-week cut.

And for the first time in my life, I didn’t hate it.

Not because it was easy (it wasn’t) but because I actually enjoyed the process this time.

And before you say “bullshit, no one enjoys dieting”, hear me out.

Every other time I’ve dieted, I’ve either been all-in or all-out.

Like it’s always had to be this big identity shift.

I’m either eating chicken and rice for six weeks straight, or I’m back to eating dessert four times a day.

No middle ground.

And I used to tell myself that was “discipline.”

But it was just chaos with a schedule.

I didn’t try to be perfect. I just tried to be organised.

I used to feel like missing one thing meant the whole week was ruined.

Now, I just… moved on.

And because of that, I didn’t fall off once.

Not once.

Honest.

Planning used to feel restrictive.

But now it’s the thing that gives me freedom.

If I knew I had plans, like meals out, social stuff, anything like that, I’d adjust the day before. Prep a bit more. Move a bit more.

Then enjoy myself and carry on.

❌No guilt.
❌ No Monday resets.
❌ No “I’ll start again next week.”

Just actual progress.

I used to take the piss out of meal prep.

Now I’m the biggest hypocrite going.

Tupperware everywhere.

Car journeys. The beach.

Once even in a cinema.

And it’s not because I want to live like a bodybuilder. It’s because I’m busy, and I can’t be arsed guessing what’s on a menu every day.

💸 It saves you a ton of money

⏰ It saves you a ton of time and gives you your evenings back

🤤 It can still taste good (even by day 5/6/7) if you just use the right stuff

🧑‍🧑‍🧒‍🧒 Your mates/family etc will not care if you bring it to things. They’re your mates - why would they?

It solves a ton of problems and doesn’t create ANY.

Meal prep doesn’t make you boring.

It just means you’ve stopped winging it.

The big thing I realised this time was how much of my old dieting approach was based on guilt.

I used to feel bad for not doing enough.

For having a day off.
For enjoying food.

But now I realise discipline doesn’t mean restriction. Discipline means structure. And structure = freedom.

This cut wasn’t extreme. It was consistent. And consistency beats intensity every single time.

I still went out.

I still had days off.

But I planned, adjusted, and carried on.

Simple as that.

So yeah. Same goal, different approach.

And for the first time ever, I actually feel proud of how I did it, not just how I look.

Cheers,

Sheep 🐏

P.S. If you’re fed up of dieting like a maniac for six weeks and quitting for six months, I’ll show you how to do it properly. My 1:1 coaching isn’t about restriction; it’s about structure that actually lasts.

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