Until previously described events in the spring of 2011, I refused to study diet and nutrition. Me. I study everything and anything. Yet, of all topics, I rejected diet and nutrition totally.
Spring forward. I get diagnosed and am mandated to track carbs. I didn’t, not at first. Then, when I started, I already knew I’d have to track calories and grams of fat, carbs and protein, not just some rough and ready estimate of carbs in general. I knew it, but I refused. Well, not really. I knew I would. I just could not get myself to do it at first. So, I began with rough, inadequate estimates of carbs until I surrendered to the inevitable. But, what was it that kept me from surrendering at first? Data hatred.
Confront this with me now. Why wouldn’t anyone hate data? And, anyone who claims they don’t, they only love and do not hate data, is not paying real attention to the data. Data is a punch in the face. After that, it is a punch in the gut. Data kicks your butt, again and again and relentlessly again. I ask, what’s NOT to hate about data? Don’t answer. Just meditate with me on how much – confess now – you totally, absolutely, utterly abhor your own data, to the degree you even tolerate its evil presence in your ego’s life.
Do you realize how obnoxious it is to know exactly how many calories you eat each day? Can you admit, with me, how much you detest the data your recruiting practice throws off?
Tomorrow, how data hatred proves that journaling creates recruiting profit.