What staying skinny working at an ice-cream shop taught me about professional golf
An hour after this was posted I handed in my resignation letter for my first ever job — one that I’ve had for the past 4 years.
I worked for a local New Zealand ice-cream company in a shop as a casual retail assistant. Now that I’m at Uni for my second year, I figured it was probably time to move on to something more appropriate to what I want to progress forward to in the future.
The past few years working there have taught me a lot about a range of things from commitment, the pros of working a job you don’t enjoy the work of, and a thing or two about being tall and blonde and “skinny” in a shop that sells a fair amount of junk food.
The biggest question I commonly found myself being asked was, “oh, lol (person laughs in an awkward trying to be kinda funny way) how do you work in a place like this and stay so slim??? lolol”. I add the lols for effect because to me it seemed obvious.
Don’t eat anything in the shop.
I wouldn’t consider myself to be model thin, nor would I consider myself to be overweight, but over the years that was one of the most regular things that always seemed to pop up.
Over the past couple of weeks as I lead up to leave, I’ve been doing the classic reflect on the past thing… In this, I found that the common theme that ran through my head as I jokingly replied with things like, “oh yknow, i did a 10k run this morning”, or, “drink lotz of water”, or sometimes (slightly sarcastically), “i don’t eat dairy”.
But the real answer to their questions…
It was because I knew that would happen by restricting what I bought from the shop; I knew what the consequences were. Which to me seemed like a bit of a no-brainer.
However, the later in the evening it got with my reflecting, the deeper my philosophical thinking went.
It occurred to me that the same (what seemed like blatantly obvious logic around healthy eating and looking after your body) theory could be applied directly into the pursuit of what sets you on fire. Or what is now commonly known today as “the hustle”.
Here’s what I mean by that.
In the shop, I won’t eat all the lollies and ice-cream as I secretly want because I know I’ll feel lethargic, gross, and physically, it’s not going to be a great time internally or externally.
Then put that same ideology into pursuing your passions: stop taking crap, don’t do things that are going to damage where you want to go and who you want to be.
Almost anything I experience into life, I could twist into some form of metaphor of entrepreneurship or following your dreams whatever that might mean for you whether that’s music, professional golf, or your obsession of becoming a Jedi, the reality of it always tends to boil down to this:
- You can’t stick to the status quo of what’s going on around you. You can’t. You shouldn’t. If you do, you’re going to be going in the same direction as everyone else. If you’re anything like me, that is not a bad thing, but it’s certainly not a great thing if you seriously want to crush it.
- S e l f . c o n t r o l . — This one is simple. Also bloody hard. Also really worth it. Plan for the next five years, not just the weekend. Get your head down. Execute. Have discipline in setting out to ignore what everyone else is doing (goodbye parties, hello midnight laptop club, and 1a.m. dominos). Continue to hustle hard on sticking to your goals. Did I mention this one was difficult?
- Smile when people comment to you about it. Let’s be honest. Everyone should know you can’t be skinny (or healthy, at least) if you’re working in an ice-cream shop— especially for almost a decade — and not have a puku without knowing it’s because you’re not overindulging or at the very minimum, not working out.
In the same way, when you are striving for success and running with it and people comment on how do you do it (insert cringy line here), we all know it’s because you’re working hard (and that they’re joking because they probably haven’t exercised the willpower you possess to carry out what you’re doing).
Shout out for taking the time to read this. I would love if you’d click the “❤” in the corner. You know what, maybe just do it anyway. Pass the love on. I’ll send you a virtual ice-cream. How’s that for a good deal, am I right or am I right?
Keep doing good things. — A x