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Why It Didn’t Work For You…

I remember back when I was 17, first playing around with an extreme muscle building diet which was off the charts hard for me at the time.

I failed.

Listen, we have all tried and failed at fitness and nutrition before.

If you found the program too complex….

If you weren’t enjoying the process….

If you were dependant on a ‘fake expert’….

Then you were guaranteed to fail.

The answer is, then, to have a Coach or Coaches that’ll simplify the journey.

Remember, fitness isn’t supposed to be your life. It is supposed to enhance your life. If it’s wearing you out and making you feel overwhelmed, then you are on the wrong path.

The answer to overwhelm is: never more.

Think differently- Kyle Newell

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P.P.S-Whenever you’re ready here are 3 more ways we can help you transform your life, lose weight and gain bundles of energy!

1- Check out this podcast I did on Resistance (any time you are trying to improve your life, you will face this!)

2- Perhaps you’d just like to increase your mental game. In that case, you can check out our Time Mastery Manual (the information in here will create ‘new’ time for you and give you the ultimate freedom in life)

3. Find out more about our 30-day, Risk Free Jump Start. If you are ready to shred for the summer and want a simple, no-gimmicks approach. A program in which you just have to show up, 3 times per week and have all the accountability that you would ever need and then some, simply send and email to with the subject: ‘30’.

A Camel in the Winter

A few weeks ago, Devon booked us an overnight trip to Camelback resort so she could take Braxton skiing for the first time.

I like the few times I’ve been skiing, but grew up always playing basketball in the winter months so skiing was out.

Anyhow, there was a water park and cool arcade for the boys to play within too.

It’s funny how over the years I’ve gone from being concerned with how I looked at the pool to how my energy is.

I think of things like:
-It’s great to be able to keep up with the boys
-It’s awesome that I have functional dad strength and can carry both boys with a bag thrown over my shoulder too
-I love being alert and in the present moment, enjoying the boys and this stage of life

At no point did I concern myself with how I looked with my shirt off.

But that didn’t happen overnight. It was actually a struggle for most of my life until I started to focus on being clear about what my own personal definition of health and fitness was.

That’s one of the main things that separates Newell Strength from others; the focus on a complete mindset transformation while providing you ultimate clarity on your path.

Think differently – Kyle Newell

P.S-Whenever you’re ready here are 3 more ways we can help you transform your life, lose weight and gain bundles of energy:

1- Check out this podcast I did on Resistance (any time you are trying to improve your life, you will face this!)

2- Perhaps you’d just like to increase your mental game. In that case, you can check out our Time Mastery Manual (the information in here will create ‘new’ time for you and give you the ultimate freedom in life)

3. Risk-free 30-Day Jumpstart. If you’ve simply seen enough of our members experience incredible results and you’re ready to get started with us, the 30 Day Jumpstart is the perfect fit. You’ll get the full Newell Strength Experience that’s designed to get you on the path to a longer, healthier and happier life, we’re ready to help you! Simply REPLY to an email with the subject: ‘jumpstart’.

Life is a Game You Cannot Win

Ever since I was a little boy, I’ve contemplated life and what the purpose was.  Invariably this lead me to wondering about the mystery of death, a lot!

I’ve come to the conclusion that life is a game that you cannot win.  If you’ve been playing with the idea of winning in mind, you’ll be sorely disappointed.

I believe the point is to play and grow, play and grow.  Both playing and growing are intimately tied to happiness.

In today’s episode of ULYIS, I cover this concept in more detail.

You can listen to the episode on ITunes here:


Think differently – Kyle Newell


P.S-whenever you’re ready, here are a few ways to work with us

  1. Talk to us on the phone. Want to see if we’re the right fit for you? Want to talk to a someone that cares about your success and can point you in the right direction toward it? We can help.

Just respond to this email with CALL in the subject and we’ll get right back to you.

  1. Book a free consultation. We’ll sit with you and talk about your goals, experience with exercise, current nutrition program and any things that may be preventing you from getting in the best shape of your life. From there, you’ll get our expert advice on how to achieve your goals and leave the meeting with a clear plan for success.

Just respond to this email with “Consult” in the subject and we’ll get right back to you.

  1. Risk-free 30-Day Jumpstart. If you’ve simply seen enough of our members experience incredible results and you’re ready to get started with us, the 30 Day Jumpstart is the perfect fit. You’ll get the full Newell Strength Experience that’s designed to get you on the path to a longer, healthier and happier life, we’re ready to help you!

Just respond to this email with “JUMPSTART” in the subject and we’ll get right back to you.

Enjoy the Power and Beauty of Your Youth

When I was a young boy, I used to contemplate life and death a lot.


Probably more than most people do throughout their entire life.  It had gotten so overwhelming at one point that I would cry every single day after school and before bed.  I could not get my mind around the miniscule time I had here on earth.


And that was when I was 9 or so years old.  Every couple of years, I go through a similar phase.  I don’t cry over death anymore but I do cry over the periods of life that are passing me by.  I cry over the happy memories that I have in my life.  Heck, even writing that is making me cry while I am writing this.


I am 35-years old.  Life is going by like a bullet train.  Devon was telling me about a presentation she attended yesterday in which the presenter said that a recent study showed that people were only present in the moment 53% of the time.  Funny, I had recently read about the same study online and thought to myself: Phewwwy!


First of all, that is an impossible study to undertake.  People will always give the answer that they think is the most appropriate and they will project (like they all do on FB) the perfect life.  Second, I know how much I struggle BEING present and this is something I know and study a lot.


All of the major religions had at their core the ability to be able to be in the present moment.  So simple, yet, so hard.


If you are within a decade of my age, then this will be relevant to you.


It feels like only yesterday that I was in high school, playing basketball.  I remember the last game I ever played in high school in which I was carried by my friends off the court.  I have that photo at my parent’s house somewhere.  A moment that will always be frozen in time in my mind.  I often visualize that scene in the early mornings before visualizing my future.


I think back to growing up in my old neighborhood, the one in which my parents still live.  I think about all the stick-ball games we played with that core group of boys.  I think about playing Man-Hunt late into the night.  I think about carving my initials with my best friend at the time into the freshly laid side-walk (which is still there by the way).


Those were endless summers and times of innocence.


I reminisce about the last summer of baseball I ever played. I was 16-years old.  I didn’t give a hoot about playing high school baseball, but I didn’t want to give up the memories of playing for the township little league and senior league.  I was very aware of playing in the state tournament, trying to make it to regionals and the fact that my ‘little league’ career would soon be a thing of memory.  Yes, I cried when we lost that final game.


Man, this is tough to write (a wise man recently told me that if you can’t cry, you can’t truly write).


It seems like just last week that I was about to graduate high school and then I did graduate.  But it didn’t matter because I had one last summer to spend with my boys.  We went to watch American Pie, which was timely like you wouldn’t believe.  That represented ‘us’.  I still have a special place in my heart and spirit for that movie because it instantly transports me to that period of my life.


Fast forward a few years.  I was now in college.  I hated the first semester.  I was homesick as hell.  But I knew it was just another transition in life and that life was but a series of deaths.  Once one period died off, there was no going back.


And like the blink of an eye, I found myself giving my farewell senior speech to my fraternity.  Yup, you guessed it, I cried, uncontrollably.  It went by way to fast and I fell in love with that place.


I remember having a pizza date with Leo (my grandfather) that first fall out of college, being incredibly depressed because I couldn’t figure out the purpose of life on earth.  He always gave me his ear to listen to my philosophical questions.  Life continued to move forward.


I entered the bodybuilding world.  I think back to how much I learned about my will during that time.  I pushed my body and mind further than I even knew was possible.  It wasn’t the contests that were special to me, it was celebrating with my friends and family.  It was the journey of self-realization.  I went back to the well a few years ago to share the experience with Devon.  Those contests will always hold special memories in my heart.  That was a part of becoming who I AM.


I can transport myself to the day that I proposed to Devon on the river bank just a mile from where we now live. I was shaking like a leaf in the wind, so scared of that next phase of my life.  Yup, I cried and could hardly get the words out of my mouth, ‘Will you marry me?’


Thank God she said yes!  I remember fighting back the tears at our wedding.  I wanted to cry so badly because I was so happy but I didn’t.  I wanted to cry when I was dancing with my mom because of nostalgia but I didn’t.  I should have.


I remember when my brother Shane asked me to speak at his wedding (I guess what he really asked me was to be the best man lol).  I don’t even remember what I said, but I remember FEELING what I said.  It wasn’t a humorous speech; it was one of emotion.  We were no longer boys growing up, we were now men, all of us going our own ways.  Yup, cried uncontrollably again.


I teleport myself to when I ruptured both patellar tendons, 2 and half years apart.  Man, that first time around was one of despair.  I had no reference point.  I had no one to ask advice of.  I was down and out and then I fought back.  I allowed myself to feel self-pity for 2 days and then I was onto one of the greatest self-discovery lessons of my life.  With the help of Devon, I overcame the self-doubt of wondering if my leg would ever be normal again.  Then, as noted above, I competed.  Yes, it was to share the moment with Devon, but it was also so signify putting that horrific injury in the past, putting it in the graveyard even though there were many silver linings to it.


And then, 2 years later, it happened again, the exact same damn injury, this time with Devon at my basketball game in attendance.  Yes, the physical pain was off the charts but I could deal with that. We turned down away the ambulance at that YMCA on that fall night. I knew what it was.  Devon knew what it was.  I remember making it up to the bedroom that night, stopping off at the hallway bathroom.  I was hoping Devon was out of ear shot because I looked myself in the mirror and yes, I cried again.  I couldn’t go through that again.  It wasn’t fair.  She heard me, she came to my rescue once again.


I think back to when I made the decision to leave teaching.  Oh, dear God was that probably the hardest decision of my life.  I had security at a place I loved working with kids I loved.  But life was calling me in a different direction.  I agonized over that decision.  I remember crying on multiple occasions; while writing my letter to the superintendent, while sitting in my principal’s office breaking the news to him that it was time for me to move on.  I remember my last day teaching, the kids coming up to hug me.  I was a bumbling mess.  Life moved on.


I often think about how bizarre my first thought was when I picked up our first baby, Mateena, from the breeder.  Yes, I was ecstatic.  But my main thought was:  These next 12 or so years are going to go by way to fast, like the blink of an eye.  She is laying here next to me, 4 years in already.


I frequently think about the day that Braxton was born.  I knew I would be emotional but this time I made the decision ahead of time that I wouldn’t hold back like I did at my wedding.  I didn’t plan it, but I did know I would be emotional.  I remember seeing the crown of his head and weeping tears of joy.  The nurse laughed and commented, ‘Kyle is crying.  Daddy is so happy!’  And I was and still AM.


Now he is 17 months old.  Time fly’s boy.


I remember at the end of that year at our holiday team party for Newell Strength.  I wasn’t expecting anything from the team but then one of them handed me a large frame that was wrapped in wrapping paper.  I didn’t even finish opening it before the tears started.


Because I saw the picture on the poster.  It was of the PIT, the gym that I had built in my parent’s basement with the words in caption ‘success is deciding to simply begin’.  It made me FEEL all the times I wanted to give up.  All the times I got so burnt out that I decided my dream wasn’t worth it.  It was too much to bear.  It would have been easier to just find a comfort zone and stay there.  But something wouldn’t let me quit.


The point of all this is not to show you how emotional I can be.


No, the point is hopefully for you to realize that life is racing by us.  Time waits for no man.  Right now, you have the power and beauty of youth.  If you are in your mid-20’s, you are at the beginning of it.  If you are in your mid-40’s, you are on the back side of it but you still go it.  Life will go on.  You will one day no longer have the energy and physical strength and glowing skin that you now have.


Memories are being made, breath by breath.  Stop thinking about tomorrow or next week.  Life is NOW.  The moments of today and right now are ones that you will one day look back upon in favor and reverence and say, ‘I remember when…’.


Yes, those moments are right this second.  Live them.  Feel them.  Love them and cherish them.  Experience them and yes, cry about them.  What’s your story going to BE?

A Real Life Game of Frogger

A Real Life Game of Frogger

There used to be a video game in the 70’s or 80’s called Frogger.

The purpose was to get across the road without getting hit by a truck.

And if you are a Seinfeld fan, you surely remember George Costanza playing a real life game of Frogger while ironically, trying to get an arcade gaming console of the actual Frogger across the street.

I thought it was hilarious.  He would move up, come back, gain ground, lose ground, 2 steps forward, 2 steps back, all the to avoid the oncoming traffic.

Well, last week, Devon sent me to ShopRite at peak time.  When I say peak time, I mean when the rest of the world is there.  A perfect recipe for disaster for my introverted self.

I wore my pseudo disguise: a hoodie, baseball cap and sunglasses (yup, I left my sunglasses on the entire time).

Of course, I saw not one, not two but 3 people that I knew.  All nice people, but I just couldn’t get into a draining conversation.

So a game of Frogger ensued at ShopRite.  I would turn one corner, catch a glimpse of person A walking up that aisle, and quickly do a 360 to go back around the other corner.

I would make it to the end of that row to see person B approaching which meant I would quickly duck down the next nearest aisle.  Person A again, then person C and so on.

I hadn’t been spotted.  I quickly made my way to the self-checkout and slid out the side door.  I know sometimes I am neurotic with social settings, but I was on a mission.

Devon and Munchie were waiting for me to pick them up at the playground.

When I arrived, Devon asked what took me so long.  I didn’t realize I was gone for nearly an hour (although in my defense I did pick up firewood too).

I tried explaining my real life game of Frogger but she just shook her head.

Where have you been running into obstacles in life?

And once you locate those obstacles, are you going to approach them or go down a different path?

Food for thought…

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The Ghost Out In Leftfield

The Ghost Out In Leftfield

A couple of Thursday night’s ago, we were playing in playoffs of the local softball league.

I happened to be coaching first in the second inning or so when I noticed an apparition starting to appear in left field.

Now, the field that we play at has a slow, one lane road that is essentially where a home run would be.

Normally, the outfielders play on the near side of the road as anything hit over the road would be a bomb in softball terms and more than likely a home run assuming the hitter could run anything faster than an 8 second forty yard dash (that is super slow if you aren’t sure).

So the other team’s left fielder, kind of goofy, but I will give him credit that he did make quite a few plays the couple of times we played this particular team is awaiting the pitch, when the guy on our team, sure enough, hits a bomb to left field.

By now, that apparition started coming into focus.  It wasn’t a ghost, but an older guy with a long white beard.  The ball was heading straight for him, but instead of getting out the way like a normal person would do, he decides that he is going to make a play on the ball.

The left fielder had no clue the guy was out there and proceeded to collide with the old man.  Amazingly the old man nearly caught the ball.

And unfortunately for us, he stopped the ball from rolling which meant our guy didn’t get a homerun.

The guy was in the wrong place at the wrong time.  Unless of course, his goal was to catch a fly ball at a local softball game, in which case he was in exactly the right place at the right time.

It’s all about knowing your goals.

The goal is to keep the goal, the goal, at all times.

If are lacking clarity on your goals in life or fitness, then you might want to check out our (3-week test drive).

Don’t be like the old guy in the outfield, although it was one of the oddest yet funniest things that I have seen in quite a long time.

-Kyle Newell


The Last Time I Shed Tears of Frustration

The Last Time I Shed Tears of Frustration

The night of November 7th, 2014.  Coming up on exactly 2 years ago.

That’s the last time I shed tears of frustration.

Devon and I had just turned the ambulance away at the local basketball league I was playing in.  I knew what had happened.

I didn’t need to go sit in an ER for a few hours.

I had ruptured my other patellar tendon, just 2 years after doing the same to my left leg.

When we got upstairs for bed, I made a stop in Devon’s hallway bathroom.  I looked at myself in the mirror and I started to cry.  Real tears.

Devon knew why.  I didn’t have to put it into words.  A part of me was heart broken.  I had triumphed after rehabbing for two years from the previous injury.

Geez, I even competed in two bodybuilding shows for the first time in years the prior summer as a way to complete my comeback.

This wasn’t supposed to happen again, not like this.

I let myself feel pity and sorrow for 5 minutes (listen to one of the upcoming ULYIS podcasts in which I explain why I only feel sympathy for dogs) before hitting the clear button on the calculator of my mind.

I am currently writing the second volume of the best selling patellar tendon rupture book in the world which I created after the first injury.  You see, there is a silver lining in every situation.

Where have you been in need of a ‘clear’?

I’ll be teaching ‘how to clear the calculator of your mind’ at the upcoming workshop, ‘Theater of the Mind’ in a few weeks.  As of last night, I still had 1 or 2 spots left.

-Kyle Newell