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I am 14 months into working on my new book, The Intellectual Investor, which is far from being finished. I have written 50,000 words but have yet to find answers I am seeking. The journey continues. Working on this book has been one of the most fulfilling experiences of my life. Because of it I am:

  • 11 months into not eating dessert (read I Don’t Eat Desserts);
  • Six months into working out twice a week with a trainer;
  • Five months into not eating carbs – no more bread, potatoes, or rice; and
  • Five days into doing meditation.

Working on the book accidentally stirred up this whirlwind of self-improvement. Giving up desserts ended up dramatically improving my cholesterol. A few months later I got a trainer. Before then I had never worked out continuously for more than a month. Six months into working out, I feel differently. It is difficult to describe that sensation, but growing muscles provides physical fulfillment I did not know I was missing.

Giving up desserts and working out didn’t result in weight loss, but giving up carbs did. Over the last five months I have slowly but steadily lost 22 pounds (about 10% of my weight). A friend asked me if giving up desserts made me less happy or even unhappy. I found that it had zero impact on my happiness. None. Instead of desserts I eat frozen blueberries and cottage cheese.

Writing (almost) every morning gives a creative high that is similar to the sensation I have for a few hours after a workout, the feeling that my muscles are growing and stretching my skin, except that this is happening in my skull.

This brings me to my latest endeavor – meditation. I can sit and write for hours (I once wrote nonstop for eight hours on a flight to Europe and would have continued writing if my laptop battery hadn’t died), but my patience for sitting and doing nothing is that of a five-year-old. Every time I tried group meditation in the past I failed.