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Ravi Vasdev | Performance Coach for Dads

Helping dads reprioritise health
100s dropped 10kg in 90 days, without missing family time
Dad of 2, ex-corporate, lived the burnout
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Photos from Balanced Dad Collective's post 22/08/2026

New dad. Worst shape of his life. No time to fix it, or so he thought.

Lewis reached out at a point most people would’ve just accepted as ā€˜that’s life now.’

Here’s what changed, in his own words.

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21/08/2026

There’s a moment most dads recognise when I describe it.

You’re physically in the room. Doing the bedtimes. Having the conversations. There for the things that matter.

But there’s a version of you that used to show up to these moments with more.

More curiosity, more patience, more of the quality of attention that makes presence feel full rather than just present.

And at some point that version became something you remember rather than something you are.

That’s not a character failure. It’s what identity drift produces when it goes unaddressed long enough.

The standard quietly adjusts until the gap between who you are and who you intended to be becomes the background noise of your daily life.

Here’s what I’ve found about where it starts.

Identity drift almost never begins in the most visible area. It starts in the lowest-stakes area, usually training or sleep, because nobody notices when those slip. The standard adjusts there first.

And once the framework that holds your standards starts to erode at its foundation, everything else follows gradually behind it.

The good news is it closes the same way it opened. One behaviour at a time. In the right sequence.

Comment ā€œSTANDARDā€ and I’ll send you the free Standard Gap Exercise.

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20/08/2026

THE REBUILD FILES - Case 03

Ryan came to me with a very clear idea of what was wrong.

He’d been the same weight for three years despite training. He was snapping at his kids over small things and then lying awake about it.

He’d stopped being the one people brought problems to at work because he’d started giving half-answers.

ā€˜I feel like I’m running a reduced version of myself,’ he said in the first call.

He wanted to start with the identity work straight away. To name the gap and close it.

We didn’t. We spent the first six weeks on energy and structure. He found this difficult to accept.

At week seven, something shifted. Not dramatically. He described it as the fog lifting enough to see clearly.

Small things. Waking up before the alarm. An evening where he was genuinely present rather than physically in the room.

Week eight we started the identity work. We did one thing first: he wrote down the standard he was currently holding across training, home and work, and the standard he wanted to hold.

Not the aspiration. The specific, honest version of both.

The gap was smaller than he expected. That was the thing that surprised him most.

We worked on four daily behaviours. Two that were reinforcing the gap. Two that closed it.

Three months in, his kids started coming to him with things again. He noticed before his wife mentioned it.

That was the signal he’d been waiting for.

If Ryan’s story sounds familiar, comment ā€œCAPACITYā€. The audit maps where the drift started and what the rebuild looks like in the right sequence.

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Photos from Balanced Dad Collective's post 19/08/2026

To my two.

I’m not sure when it happened.

One day you were small enough to carry. Now I’m looking up at one of you and the other is turning heads in a room full of adults.

I took these photos and felt something I still can’t fully name. Not just love, though it’s that too, completely and without condition. Something closer to awe. That these two extraordinary humans came from us. That you’re out here becoming yourselves, in ways I couldn’t have predicted and wouldn’t dare to try.

You’ve changed me in ways I’m still discovering.

You taught me that patience isn’t something you have. It’s something you build, slowly, through all the moments you nearly lose it and don’t. You showed me what it means to love something more than yourself without even trying to.

Every milestone you reach, I feel the ground shift a little. Something gained and something quietly let go of at the same time.

That’s the bittersweet thing nobody tells you about being a parent. The better you do it, the less they need you. And somehow that’s the goal.

I don’t want to shape you into who I think you should be. I want to watch you figure out who you actually are. Your own minds. Your own lives. Your own choices, even the ones I wouldn’t make.

That’s the job. Not to hold on. To prepare you to leave and know you’ll be okay.

So here you both are. Nowhere near done. Just getting started.

And I am, genuinely, completely, in awe of who you’re becoming.

I love you both. Always. Without limit.

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Photos from Balanced Dad Collective's post 19/08/2026

You know who you are.

Back to the school run. Back to work. Still running on empty from a summer that gave you nothing back.

If nothing changes, you know exactly how this goes by December.

7th September. Watch this space. šŸ”’

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17/08/2026

Some summers take more out of you than others.

This one did.

I used to think I’d just push through until things calmed down. They never did, they just rolled straight into the next busy season.

Took me a long time to realise nobody was coming to build that structure for me.

I’m building something for exactly this moment.

More very soon. šŸ‘€

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17/08/2026

You trained consistently for three months. Then missed a week. And the week after that.

You told yourself it was temporary. That you’d get back to it. But somewhere in the back of your mind you wondered if the person who trained consistently was a previous version of you rather than who you actually are now.

That feeling, that quiet sense that the standard you used to hold is further away than it used to be, that’s identity drift.

And it doesn’t announce itself. It just accumulates.

Here’s what I’ve found working with dads on this: the drift almost never starts where you think it does. It starts in the lowest-stakes area first.

The training, or the sleep, or the small personal commitments nobody else tracks. Because nobody notices when those slip.

Not your boss. Not your partner. Not your kids.

Once that goes, the framework that holds everything else together starts to erode underneath it. Quietly. Until you look up and the gap is wider than you realised.

The identity work doesn’t start with inspiration. It starts with naming the gap specifically. That’s what closes it.

Comment ā€œSTANDARDā€ for the free Standard Gap Exercise.

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14/08/2026

A structured week doesn’t mean a perfect week.

It still gets disrupted.

Things still move.

Unexpected things still arrive.

The difference is what doesn’t move.

The training session that was protected before the week started.

The focused work block that the calendar couldn’t override.

The evening that belonged to the family rather than the day’s overflow.
A structured week means arriving at Friday having done the things that matter.

Not everything. The things that matter.

Here’s something worth doing before next Monday.

Write down the three things your week most consistently removes. Not what you wish would happen, what actually disappears. Those three things are your anchors. They’re not being removed because they’re unimportant. They’re being removed because they have no structural protection.

Now pick one. Just one. Decide what time it happens next week. Put it in the calendar before Sunday night. Tell someone it’s there.

That’s it. That’s the whole exercise.

One anchor held consistently for two weeks will change how your week feels more than any planning system you’ve tried.

Comment ā€œCAPACITYā€ if your week consistently removes what matters most.

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13/08/2026

THE REBUILD FILES - Case 02

Marcus had tried every version of the same fix.

Different apps. Different planning systems. Earlier alarms. Stricter schedules. He’d had good stretches, sometimes two or three weeks where it all held. Then something would disrupt it and the whole thing would collapse back to square one.

He came to me convinced the problem was discipline.

It wasn’t.

His week had no structural protection. Training was scheduled into whatever gap remained after everything else was accommodated. Focused work went into the same gaps. Both were available to be closed by the first disruption that arrived, and something always arrived.

We didn’t change the plan. We changed the architecture.

Three anchors identified: the training session he was most likely to skip, the deep work block that kept getting interrupted, and the hard stop time that would make his evenings recoverable. All three went into the week before anything else. Not aspirationally, as hard blocks that required a genuine emergency to move.

Six weeks in, something had shifted that he described better than I could.

ā€˜The week used to feel like something that happened to me. Now it feels like something I run.’

The consistency hadn’t been the problem.

The structure to protect it had.

If Marcus’s pattern sounds familiar, comment ā€œCAPACITYā€. The audit identifies where your time structure needs anchoring first.

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12/08/2026

Forced them out for a walk today.

They were tired. I was frustrated. My daughter had homework she hadn’t started yet and I just wanted it done so we could all switch off.

Nobody was particularly thrilled about the walk.

And then somewhere along the way the moaning stopped and they started chatting amongst themselves and I just… walked behind them for a bit.

Watching.

And I thought about lockdown. Which I don’t do often.

But I remembered what it felt like to actually be home. Present. Doing the home schooling none of us were prepared for, making it up as we went.

And how much they just wanted me there.

Not performing. Not trying to look like I had it together.

Just there.

I ask myself a lot whether I’m doing right by them. Whether I’m getting the balance right. Whether they’ll look back and feel like dad was present when it mattered.

I don’t always have the answer.

But today, walking behind them, listening to them talk to each other like the people they’re becoming, I thought maybe I’m doing okay.

Not perfect. Just there.

To every dad asking himself the same question, you probably are too.

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