On my journey of discomfort, there’s a surprising truth I’ve uncovered along the way, my body is a liar.

Turns out my body has it’s own self interests in mind, which almost always is in direct opposition to what my brain and logical thinking are after. When I decided to start doing intermittent fasting, I would stop eating around 5 PM, which would allow me to eat the next morning at 9 AM. As a previous serial (cereal) late night snacker, I found my body craving something salty, something sweet, and mostly something to munch on.

These hunger cues would…


I’m in a group called Men of Discomfort with a small group of about 10 men. We meet 6 days a week in a park in Orange County CA to workout, but the group is much more than that, and we venture into everything from diet to mindset to religion.

After a workout inevitably someone forgets their jacket or water bottle, and we send out a Marco Polo asking who forgot it. Whoever claims the forgotten item always gets hit with a question: “Where else is that showing up in your life?” …


It was Saturday, week 6 of Time Ferris’s 4 hour body diet, and I found myself laying on the couch in a near catatonic state. I had just put away an entire box of chocolate caramel popcorn, a 5 Guys double cheeseburger, large fries and the biggest chocolate milkshake on the menu. Yes, I was on a diet trying to lose weight, and today was my cheat day. And yes, I really believed that this, finally, was the diet that was going to get me over the hump and help me reach my fitness goals. …


It was a bitter cold Monday morning in Kernville California, up in the mountains about a half hour south of the Sequoias. The smoke from my gasping breaths filling the air while runny snot dripped down my face. Today was the biggest challenge yet, wind sprints, 10 sets, 30 seconds of running with a minute break in between. My days of being a track and field sprinter a decade and a half in my rear view mirror, and an extra 30 lbs of fat hanging around my waist, I was struggling. Why was I even doing this stupid program anyway…


Man of Comfort

The last 6 months have felt like a whirlwind of transformation. This picture here is me, about 6 months ago. My friends refer lovingly to this guy as “puffy Dan.” I wouldn’t describe myself as fat, but I definitely had a few happy pounds hanging around, 5’10 and pushing 200 lbs with a new baby in arm I was starting to feel the inexorable pull of comfort food, comfort tv and convenient living. It’s less like jumping off a cliff and more like sinking into quicksand, and after a certain point you decide it would take way…

Daniel Wilkinson

Husband, Dad, Man of Discomfort, Fitness Enthusiast, Engineer

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