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SLEEP 9 CHALLENGE

Nine Actions.  Nine Days.  Nine Life Changing Benefits.

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Hi! This is Scott. Founder of Jack Slumbers Sleep Co.

I used to wake up sad every morning.

Not depressed, necessarily.  Maybe disappointed would be the better word.

Disappointed that I hit snooze 11 times - again.  Disappointed that I woke up feeling like crap - again.  Disappointed that I was destined for another uninspired day.

Despite all the best intentions in the world, I just couldn’t shake out of this rut.

Some nights I’d stare at the ceiling for hours, my mind racing, counting the minutes until my alarm would pierce my eardrums and kickstart my anger (if pure evil was a sound, ‘iPhone Chime' would be thy name).

Other nights I would be so exhausted that falling asleep was actually quite easy. But I’d always find myself doing the ‘toss and turn samba' seemingly within minutes.

Wide awake at random ungodly hours throughout the night was my norm.

No matter what specific pattern would manifest on any given night, however, one thing was guaranteed …I’d wake up every morning feeling somewhere between ‘moderately sluggish’ and ‘did a family of jackhammer build a nest in my temples last night?’.

Like I said … disappointing.

Waking up ‘just an hour early’ for a quick run before work was a literal impossibility.  Enjoying a tall glass of water in the morning instead of a taller vat of coffee was a cruel myth.  And cruising through the middle of the day with abundant energy was the stuff of fantasy novels.

But here’s the ironic part … I actually consider myself to be an extremely motivated individual!  I love attending professional development courses and I have walls of shelves creaking under the weight of personal development books.  

I keep up with the latest nutritional trends and I really do love the idea of exercise.

Yet there I was - tired, overweight, and disappointed.  I was a guy with big hopes and big dreams, but a pretty average life.  

I remember a friend and I in university (way back when) agreed that we would meet in the gym every morning at 7am.  We’d go 5 days a week before classes and be in prime beach body shape by the time the semester let out for summer break.  

After a typical night of poorly impersonating something similar to sleep, it took every ounce of will power to drag myself out of bed that first morning.  I made it to the gym and powered through a sad workout.  The rest of the day was a disaster.

I was ravenously hungry … eating my lunch by 10am and treating myself to a second-lunch in the mid-afternoon. (So much for weight loss)

Add to that, the energy from the morning exercise petered-out quickly and I found myself nodding off through most of my classes that day.

I arrived back home at 4 and immediately passed out on the sofa until 7pm.  

If you’re guessing that I might have then had a bit of trouble falling asleep again that night after sleeping for most of the late afternoon … winner winner, chicken dinner.

The next morning my phone rang at 7:10am.  It was my buddy.  He was at the gym patiently waiting for me to start his workout.

I apologized profusely for sleeping in (on just the second day!) and promised that it wouldn’t happen again.  I’d definitely meet him at 7am the next day.

The next day I woke up at 8:30 am.

The phone didn’t ring that morning.  My friend didn’t even bother trying to get a hold of me again.

He’d already figured I was a lost cause.  And the sad thing is, in retrospect, he was right. 

But it wasn’t because I didn’t care.  I truly wanted to be a morning person more than anything!  I genuinely couldn’t understand what physiological force was preventing me from experiencing a restful, dare I say NORMAL, night’s sleep.

It seemed everyone else could do it.  Why couldn’t I ?!

Fast forward a few months and he was definitely in beach body shape as promised.  Me?  I was still firmly in beach ball shape.

Even back then, I knew that sleep was the key to overcoming this rut.  It was the one thing that could kick start the better version of my life that I knew I could achieve.

Potential - that’s always been the ultimate driver for me

Improving my sleep would feel great, of course, but to me it was more than that.  Unlocking the secrets to a mighty slumber would be life-changing. There was no doubt in my mind.

It could mean better health.  It could mean more money.  It could mean a happier life for me and my family.

If only I could solve this riddle and fix my sleep once and for all.

In the ensuing decades, I tried everything - from counting sheep to chamomile tea to enough melatonin to put down a moose - but nothing seemed to work. 

Sure, I would get the occasional sleep boost from the latest ‘miracle supplement’ that I read about on Facebook … but any benefits were always short-lived.  

I tried weighted blankets, fancy pillows, and hypnosis apps … but nothing worked consistently.

I once bought a high tech ring that promised to track my sleep metrics and reveal the secrets to a deep and restful slumber.  All it did was make me more anxious by telling me every morning that I achieved a low ‘sleep score’.

That’s right.  I paid $400 for a sensor to tell me that I should fix my sleep.

I even consulted a sleep specialist, but the solutions offered were just the same old boring and ineffective suggestions.

“Try not to drink coffee too late in the day”

Awesome.  Did I really just pay money for this report?

I eventually began to feel like a sleep-deprived scientist, mixing countless potions and rituals from any random book, blog, or brochure I could find … but getting no real results.

I eventually decided it just wasn't meant to be. I was a ‘light sleeper’ and that was that. 

Other people could sleep like a log.  Other folks were ‘morning people’.  But a mighty slumber just wasn’t in the cards for me.

And through it all, as my life remained on autopilot, I watched my health, happiness, and success simply coast and gradually diminish with age.

That was my life for about 25 years.  Until one day, things took a dramatic turn for the worse …

When I hit my mid-forties, I started to notice that I’d get dizzy from time to time when I’d stand up too quickly.

A few times I’d be sitting at my desk at work and it felt like my heart would skip a beat.  This would be followed by a cold sweat.  This would all last about 3 seconds and then I’d be right back to normal.

After some much needed encouragement from my wife, I went to visit our family GP.

I’ll never forget that visit.  I was sitting in the examination room, chatting with the doc while he typed away on his laptop.

It was the usual questions:

“Do you smoke?”  Nope

“Do you drink?” Occasionally

“How’s your diet?”  Pizza has lots of vegetables, right?

“Do you exercise?” Not enough

He seemed bored, to tell you the truth.  Until he asked if there was anything new in my history.

“Well actually, my heart skips a beat sometimes and I immediately break out into a cold sweat and I get dizzy.  But it only lasts a few seconds so I’m sure it’s fine.”

He looked up at me for the first time and there was no mistaking the seriousness in his eyes.  Within a day I was filling out another intake form at a different office … this time at the cardiology clinic.

I went through the gamut of tests that I thought were designed only for old folks, not guys in their 40s.  Ultrasounds, contrast IVs, ECGs, treadmill tests … I did it all that day.  Then they sent me home with chest stickers and a holter monitor I was to wear for the next 3 days.

They say every story has a turning point.  One where the character encounters a life-changing fork in the road.  This was mine.

Standing in my bathroom that day, shirtless, I looked in the mirror.

I was overweight, pale, anxious, and tired.

My chest was shaved in patches and heart monitor leads were stuck to 6 points on my torso.

If 20 year old Scott had seen that person in the mirror he would have been disgusted.  Forty-five year old Scott was simply terrified.

Life slips away so gradually that you rarely even notice.  Once unacceptable things eventually just become the norm.  You can’t really pinpoint the exact day where you abandoned your ambitions.

But this time it wasn’t just about me.  I had two young boys that depended on me.  I had a loving wife to whom I had made commitments.

In that moment I saw that my life was no longer about disappointment … my life was a sliver away from being a tragedy.

That was the turning point for me.

And once again my focus turned back to sleep.

I had spent decades sleeping poorly and I knew, deep down, that this was the underlying cause of the man I saw in the mirror that day.  Now I was paying an enormous price that I never expected.  

That was the day I vowed to fix my sleep once and for all.  Failure was simply no longer an option.

That very night I took matters into my own hands and began researching the science behind sleep. I once again started reading countless books, studies, and blogs, talked to experts, and experimented on myself.

As usual, however, everything I tried seemed to have little-to-no effect. But I wasn't allowed to give up this time.

It wasn’t until a few months later that I was handed an epiphany from a very unlikely source.

I used to travel a bit for work.  Not a lot … just a couple of nights in a hotel every few months.  I hated it.

If my sleep was poor at home, it was almost non-existent on the road.

One night, on a trip a few months after my cardiac scare, I was laying in my hotel bed and scrolling through my phone.  I was looking up something like ‘why can’t I sleep in hotels?’.

It was that night that I came across a comment on a forum that changed my life.

I wish I had saved the link because I don’t have the direct quote anymore, but the comment went something like this:

We are still cave dwellers in our DNA.  When we’re in hotel rooms, it’s like sleeping in a strange cave.  And for our distant ancestors, a strange cave could often mean danger.  For humans - stress and danger means cortisol.

That’s why some people find it difficult to sleep in hotel rooms.  It’s our ancient DNA that’s kicking in and putting us on high alert.  With a blast of cortisol in your bloodstream, you're ready for battle.

(If I was more techy, I’d insert a mind-blown gif right here.)

What if I was looking at this whole thing wrong all of these years?  What if I wasn’t really a ‘light sleeper’?  What if I wasn’t broken?

What if my body was simply responding in a predictable, natural way that was hardwired into my DNA by millions of years of evolution?

I immediately started approaching my sleep issue in a completely different way.  Instead of trying to drug myself to sleep, I started to seek ways to simply lower my cortisol.

And the improvements were almost instantaneous.

Fast forward to today and the changes I’ve experienced are almost indescribable.

I fall asleep quickly and easily.  I sleep deeply without any middle-of-the-night wakeups.  I wake up in the morning effortlessly.

Sure, there’s the odd night when I toss and turn a bit.  The odd morning when I’m not as refreshed as I want to be.  But those are few and far between now.

And even those infrequent bumps in the road are light years better than the past.  A rough morning today is laughable compared to a ROUGH morning just a few years ago.

In addition to the sleep improvements, and perhaps more importantly, my life has done a complete 180 as well.

I’m 25 pounds lighter than at any other point in the past 2 decades.  At 50, I look 10 years younger than I did at 40.

My focus is sharp.  My resilience is inexhaustible.  My energy is abundant.  My strength is remarkable.  My health is rock solid.

After years of trial and error, I’ve finally uncovered the root cause of virtually all of my sleep problems.

Poor sleep robbed me of my potential for decades.  It won’t get the chance to rob me of anything for the next 50 years.

I sleep like a baby and wake like a legend. I want the same for you.

I now consider myself a card-carrying member of a special tribe of people called Slumberjacks - men and women who understand that sleep is the ultimate performance enhancer and won’t settle for anything less than a mighty slumber.

I invite you to tackle the Sleep 9 Challenge and join our tribe.

In just 9 days you could earn the right to call yourself a Slumberjack.  In just 9 days, your life could be unrecognizable.

Scott “Slumberjack for Life” Lindsay

Cortisol, often dubbed the "stress hormone", serves essential functions in the body. It helps regulate metabolism, reduce inflammation, and manage the sleep-wake cycle. During the day, cortisol levels naturally rise, promoting alertness and responsiveness to the environment.

However, the challenge arises when cortisol levels remain elevated into the evening and night.  Chronically elevated cortisol later in the day can interfere with the natural circadian rhythm, making it difficult to fall asleep and achieve restorative sleep.

Unfortunately, almost everything in your modern lifestyle has the effect of raising cortisol levels.

The Sleep 9 Challenge aims to lower high cortisol in the shortest amount of time ... and help you rediscover the life-changing power of a deep, restful sleep.

Sleep Is The Ultimate Performance Enhancer

Here are the 9 most powerful reported benefits of lowering your cortisol and fixing your sleep:

Simply commit to these NINE actions over the next NINE days to unlock real sleep ... and transform your life in the process:

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