Jack Dorsey, the founder of Twitter and Square Cash, paid himself a salary of $1.40 last year. Those who don’t know Jack’s net worth might think that’s the reason why he barely eats, because all he can afford to eat is survival soup (made from snatched Taco Bell hot sauce packets and tap water taken from a public bathroom faucet). But Jack paid himself $1.40 since he doesn’t need the money and the $1.40 is in honor of Twitter’s old 140 characters. Jack only eats one meal per weekday because it makes his tech genius mind run better. So not only does he do himself up to look like a starving beach hobo, he eats like one too. I’m pretty sure that when you first look at your financials and notice you’re officially a billionaire, a setting in your brain clicks to: Time To Be As Weird As Fucking Possible.
42-year-old Jack was on Ben Greenfield’s Fitness: Diet, Fat Loss and Performance podcast (via People) to talk about his daily routine including how he’s a disciple of intermittent fasting. As everyone knows by now, intermittent fasting is when you give your stomach a break from eating for long periods of time. Two of the most popular intermittent fasting schedules are 16:8 (when you don’t eat for 16 hours a day) and 5:2 (when you eat normally for 5 days and eat around 500 calories for the other 2 days). I pfft at intermittent fasting because it’s so yesterday. I’m already at tomorrow where we’re doing intermittent fatting, which involves me going to The Spaghetti Factory or Golden Corral and shoving as much deliciousness into my eatin’ hole as possible and I do that intermittently (every other day counts as intermittent, okay!).
Jack has taken intermittent fasting to level “Is this intermittent fasting or an eating disorder?” by only eating one meal per weekday (dinner between 6:30pm and 9pm). On the weekends, he only drinks water and doesn’t eat anything. That would turn me into a raging nightmare monster that attacks an entire In-N-Out with my mouth, but it’s made Jack’s life so much better. I can’t relate, because the best parts of my day are wondering what to eat for breakfast, eating breakfast, wondering what to eat for lunch, eating lunch, wondering what to eat for dinner, and eating dinner.
“During the day, I feel so much more focused… You have this very focused point of mind in terms of this drive,” Dorsey told Greenfield, adding that his sleep also improved with the meal changes. “The time back from breakfast and lunch allowed me to focus more on what my day is.”
“The first time I did it, like day three, I felt like I was hallucinating. It was a weird state to be in,” he recalled to Greenfield. “But as I did it the next two times, it just became so apparent to me how much of our days are centered around meals and how — the experience I had was when I was fasting for much longer, how time really slowed down.”
You might be thinking that Jack’s one prison meal per day looks like this:
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But like three of those. Jack’s one meal consists of protein (chicken, steak, or fish), some vegetables (salad, spinach, asparagus, or brussels sprouts), and a lavish dessert (mixed berries, dark chocolate, or a glass of red wine).
Fasting isn’t the only thing Jack does to keep his overlord tech brain going. He does A LOT more and a lot of it is rich people shit. He meditates for one hour twice a day, takes an ice bath every morning, jog-walks the five miles to work, does a 7-minute workout at home, uses a standing desk with a near-infrared bulb (for anti-aging and to prevent the sicks), and at nighttimes he does a hydrotherapy routine where he sits in a barrel sauna for 15 minutes before jumping in another ice bath for 3 minutes.
“A lot of my routine today is all due to what felt like just had to be done in order to, not only survive but to make sure that I can continue to be performing and continue to be clear,” he said on the podcast. “Some practices have been impactful, some I’m not sure if they’ve been impactful just yet… It only benefits me if I can raise the bar on myself.”
After all that and without eating, I’d be so damn tired and starved that I wouldn’t even be able to touch the bar because I’ll be busy taking a nap on the floor while wishing I had the energy to fap.
If you’re a billionaire and you don’t have a P.F. Chang’s in the basement of your mansion right next to a 24-hour lipo clinic, I’m not sure I can say that you’re spending your money wisely. But it’s Jack’s body and Jack’s life and it’s his choice to GOOP it up. Besides, during that five mile jog-walk to work, he’s probably serenaded by the beautiful sound of his stomach singing “Do You Really Want To Hurt Me?“ to him.