I’m going to cut to the chase today guys.
There’s no shortcuts to get what you want. You have to do the fucking work.
Anything else is just an excuse to not do the work.
You’re out of shape and fat? Your fault. Do the work. How did you get that way? By not doing the work. Getting out of shape and being fat wasn’t an overnight phenomenon. You didn’t wake up yesterday or today and you were suddenly fat. No. You spent years getting there.
It’s going to take some fucking time to get your ass into shape. Do the work. As Rich Cooper would say, “Pick up heavy shit and put it down.” It’s that simple. But it may not be easy. Most of your life, you have had it on easy mode. That’s why you are fat and out of shape. That’s why you don’t have someone in your life to have sex with. That’s why you aren’t making the money you want. That’s why you don’t have the career, job, what-have-you that you want. Do the fucking work.
I saw a friend over the weekend, last time I saw her was at my Mom’s funeral. Before that, I don’t remember. It’s been at least a couple of years.
She’s a good person, don’t get me wrong, but man can she sing a tale of woe. She’s been singing it for over 20 fucking years.
I first met her back in high school, that’s how long I’ve known her. Most of my life now that I think about it. When she was younger, she had long blonde hair and she was petite with an ass that just went “pow!”
I miss the old her. She was hot. She was good looking. She had energy. Now days? Not so much.
She’s probably put on at least 50 pounds since back in the day. The Wall has not been too kind to her.
And she still keeps on singing that same old tired fucking song:
“I’m too tired to work out.”
“I need to go to the gym, but I don’t have enough time in my day.”
“I’m sick. I don’t feel good. I’ll go another time.”
Same old song and dance that she’s been singing and dancing to for over 20 years.
Her life is her fault. She doesn’t want to do the work. She wants to keep it on easy mode. She wants credit, but doesn’t want to actually earn it.
So she’s fat and has a bunch of health issues going on. And she’s 47 years old.
Bitch, you have the same amount of time in the day as everybody else. 24 hours.
How you spend it, how you use it, is up to you.
Do the work.
There are no shortcuts.
On another note, I’m getting ready to go to Portugal. I’m going to fly across the pond and see the sights. I’m looking forward to it.
I’m sure I’ll have things to talk about when I get back. Until then:
Do the fucking work.
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