The Short Version
I’m Liam Gooding and I’m an author, actor, model, life coach and entrepreneur.
While my previous career was in as a software entrepreneur (9 years, 4 companies), I decided to take a break from the tech industry and instead, pursue my passion to help the millions of men who live a life they are not fulfilled with.
I study fitness (particularly bodybuilding, powerlifting and strongman), nutrition and psychology (particularly mental health, effects of testosterone/estrogen, therapy) and I share my learnings along with my own personal anecdotal experience.
Through my blog, books and videos, I aim to educate, inspire and motivate men (and some women!) to unleash a stronger and more primal side of themselves. This creates healthier and happier fathers, husbands, brothers and sons.
The Biography Version
I was born Liam Sean Gooding, in 1987 in the North of England, UK. The youngest of 4 into a freshly divorced family, I was raised almost entirely by my father.
A natural geek as a child, I always tended towards microscopes and electronics kits while my friends played football or rode bikes. My geek image was solidified by my glasses and buck teeth.
Despite being a geek, thanks to a mixed European heritage, no one was surprised when I grew to 6′ tall by my 13th birthday! (It would take me another 2 growth spurts however to reach my final 6’5″).
While physically very tall as a young boy, I never carried any muscle and always tended towards being slightly overweight. Unfortunately, I lacked any redeeming strong masculine facial features, so I was destined to spend most of my youth having poor luck with women. Apart from a few anomalies, it wouldn’t be until I got to University that I would really learn anything about the fairer sex.
As a ‘straight A’ student, even taking extra A2 Levels (age 16-18 education in UK), I was offered places on Astrophysics courses at multiple Universities – even being offered an unconditional early acceptance to a Masters in Astrophysics.
Instead of studying to become a scientist, instead I used my time at University to learn only 3 things: How to Kickbox, How to make money, and How to have sex with lots of beautiful women.
After 4 years, I left University as the owner of a successful Software Development Agency, a 6 pack, and a beautiful trophy fiancée.
Over the next few years, I built and sold multiple companies in the software space, acquiring a healthy income and a house and raising large amounts of capital from private investors.
But, I was destined to lose it all: the house, the money, the fiancée, even the 6 pack.
I became plagued with mental health issues (depression), my physical health and fitness had severely deteriorated, and I had managed my personal finances into the ground where bankruptcy seemed like my only choice.
I left San Francisco leaving my failed multi-million dollar company behind, but unable to stomach returning to my home country, I flew straight onto Spain. A country where I knew no-one and had no job options – a place I knew I could hide away from “life” for a while.
The next few months are a blur, but eventually I found myself sitting on a beach in Barcelona, alone, and with around €4,000 in cash to my name (and over £50,000 in outstanding credit cards and short-term loans, each demanding a monthly payment).
I was pretty fucked.
I did what most people would do – I wallowed. I got drunk. I took anti-depressants like they were candy. I partied hard. Eventually I partied a little too hard… I had learned how to “play the system” in Barcelona so that I could party 6 days a week for mostly nothing. Just a self-sustaining party of sex, drugs and rock’n’roll.
And then one day I woke up in a strange apartment, surrounded by sleeping bodies, and I didn’t recognise anyone. I didn’t recognise the two girls sleeping naked in the bed with me (but still, #wining), I didn’t recognise where I was, and I didn’t recognise who I was.
I felt like I was watching myself in a movie. And if nothing changed, the credits would be rolling soon..
The next day I moved out of my AirBnb and I moved to somewhere else in the city away from the parties. I deleted all of my nightlife contacts and girls from Whatsapp. And I joined a gym.
As simple as that – I joined a gym.
Anchoring myself on that daily workout was how I gave up the partying (and the substances that went along with it), I gave up the anti-depressants and painkillers I was self-prescribing, and I finally started eating real food again.
After a few days, I started to keep a training journal. I’d write notes about my workout that day, notes about the people I spoke to today and notes about the men I observed in Barcelona. I started to really notice people and I began analysing situations and scenarios as if I wasn’t there myself – merely an observer in a white lab coat on the sidelines.
I was trying to figure out what made a man, a man. Or at least, what seperated the guys who seemed happy and like they were having fun from the men who seemed to be struggling, as I once had.
I wanted to know how I could get that fire back again. I wanted to create a formula for how I could come back for Round 2 at life.
Soon these notes became essays that I would rework and reedit as I had new ideas. And then one day, someone suggested I turn these notes into a book – purely as a project to give me something to focus on.
Over the next few months, any minute that I wasn’t training in the gym, I was writing at the Beach Garden Cafe – I literally sat 10 feet away from the Mediterranean ocean while working on my book. With a constant supply of coffee, bravas and mojitos (which Guilio the manager hardly ever let me pay for!), I wrote my first book: How To Become A Modern Viking.
At the same time, I had genuinely started to feel level again. I setup a few job interviews in London with old contacts and decided to return to the tech industry and take a salary to start paying down my now enormous debts.
As my book went live on Amazon, I began saying goodbye to friends and took a few days off to say goodbye to Barcelona.
…and then my book became a #1 New Release on Amazon.
Hardly the New York Times Bestseller List, but within 2 weeks, it had sold over 1,000 copies, making it better selling than 90% of all non-fiction books published that year.
While the early book sales alone were definitely not going to get me out of debt in the same way that a £90,000+ salary would in the tech industry, it was enough hope to give this new career a shot, at least for a few months.
So fuck it – I became an Author.
Fast forward a few months and I’m living in London. Adulting. And still managing to pay my rent and food (and keep my debts at bay) with my income as an author.
There are thousands of people buying my book and engaging in my online communities. I’m even working on a 2nd book, Berserker, exploring the topic of Fear, Bravery and Risks, with the help of Servicemen and Veterans from the front-lines of warzones.
I’m working on premium video training courses so that I can help improve the lives of even more men. I’m providing premium 1-to-1 life coaching and even finishing a PErsonal Training qualification so that I can take my clients into the gym with me.
Also, as crazy at it sounds, thanks to my new image, confidence and passion for throwing myself into new challenges, I’ve started modelling and acting. Small roles while I find my feet, but I’m completing training and certifications in stunts and stage-fighting. Basically, emulating Arnold Schwarzenegger’s acting career!
It’s been a crazy journey. For 28 I feel like I’ve experienced a lot – maybe too much. But what keeps me going every day now is knowing that I am helping thousands of men live happier and healthy lives.
I’m the Brother who’s there for them when they need me.