When you think you've won.. The importance of being humble during positive progress.

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If you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two impostors just the same. - Rudyard Kipling. 

I read a book about the billionaire Carl Icahn when I was younger. He loves the poem "IF" written by Rudyard. The quote above got stuck in my head since the first day I read it and has helped me tremendously in this journey and in business. 

One of the hardest things that I had to overcome in this journey was the arrogance that came with improvement. It's strange, but every time I saw improvement it felt like this hard flaccid thing wasn't that bad anymore. I started to slack on my routine, going to hard in the gym, not being careful during sex/masturbation and so on. In a matter of days, I would get back to square one. So did my mind, because once the symptoms comes back with a vengeance it brings with it anxiety. Thinking about it afterwards, I can't believe my arrogance. 

When you've started to improve you need to be humble and remind yourself of where you're coming from. Weeks of work can all be ruined in one day. It will take time to recover from this completely.

Your HF will loosen before your pelvic floor has restored it self completely. A lot of people talk about how their sex lust diminished after acquiring HF. It's because the cramp in your pelvic restricts the blood flow to your penis and your anxiety levels rise. 

After following the routine, you'll slowly but surely restore the blood flow to your penis and your sexlust will come with it. That's when you need to remind yourself to stay HUMBLE! Your pelvic floor hasn't been fully restored yet. You can't have sex three times a day now. Think of the pelvic floor as any other muscle. If you had tore a pec that finally started to feel good again, you wouldn't put on 250 pounds on the benchpress the first thing you do right? You would probably ease into it and start very lightly with some rehab training, the same thing needs to be done here. Don't be stupid :- )

As always if you have a question about this post or about my program, feel free to contact me at beathf@outlook.com

Full IF poem down below! 

If you can keep your head when all about you   
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

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