Lifestyle Mother Fucker

I should start a program, but honestly, I don't give a damn. If I understand the hyena murmurs correctly, I'm supposed to regain my credibility, or something. I pondered this credibility question yesterday between two vodka sodas in Ötkert: will I really become a credible person if I complete another 70-day program? Will that make me credible? That I can do it? I've already done it once, and I hope this fact doesn't confuse anyone too much. Of course, I understand that it's not about the program, but about the lifestyle I live and the life form I pursue, but at this point, I have to disappoint a few people, and at the same time, I have a big announcement to make.

I'm not some fucking Norbi, or a hypocritical asshole parading as a lifestyle guru. I started this whole transformation thing because I wanted to look good in the summer, and a year passed, and this whole lifestyle role model bullshit fell on my neck, but the problem is, I didn't sign up for this. I wanted to look good so I could let loose at parties and festivals, surrounded by panties and female body parts everywhere. I had a method for this, which turned out to be brutally effective. I never denied the lifestyle I live, and some people simply can't understand it, because what do you mean I don't follow the rules, and what do you mean I stray from the well-trodden path and walk a different one, and besides, it's not enough to be credible, you have to appear credible too. Or should I take pictures of myself twice a week stuffing myself with salad or flexing in running gear at an athletic center? Would that be better? Then everyone would be reassured that, wow, this guy is so cool? I could do it anytime, but that wouldn't be screwing myself over, it would be screwing you over. The problem is that people don't know what to do with honesty, they're simply not used to it. I don't give a damn about these mannerisms, and believe me, I'm not the only well-known lifestyle guy in this country who doesn't give a damn about all this in his private life. If you don't believe me, go down to the Budapest nightlife and watch cocaine-soaked lifestyle celebrities shitting green and writhing in parking lots at dawn on Sunday.

Show me a role model, spend a few days with them when they're not in the spotlight, when they're not in front of their target audience, and you'll see interesting things. My friend Dave says that the lives of priests are exemplary and unassailable. I didn't want to tell him, but he should ask state prosecutor Marcelo Soza, who had 54 pedophile priests convicted in 2007 in a Chicago court, not to mention the Korean monks. Or here are our politicians, the great sages of our time, the irreproachable defenders of our country, the credible representatives of clean hands politics, may the M3 metro fuck them up. Honesty and integrity every 4 years, and those wonderful asset declarations that declare 15-year-old 1.2 Suzukis and Havana housing estate basements, with a monthly salary of 800,000 + 2 million in expenses, not to mention committee money.

I play poker, I drink at parties, I smoke, I barely remember the names of most of the girls I've been with, and there's nothing on earth I wouldn't bet money on. I don't want to screw anyone over, I don't put a life on display that doesn't exist, but what does exist, I do, and then I'm incredible? The problem is that most people are as simple as a roll of toilet paper. They are shown something they want to see with their blind eyes, they are told something they want to hear with their deaf ears, and that's enough for them, because they want to believe, and then after all this, you come to me with all this healthy lifestyle and credibility talk, but seriously, don't you want to go to hell?

This window-dressing life and holding everyone accountable morally and ethically is so characteristic of Hungary, when in the meantime you're wading in shit just as much, if not more, than the person you're criticizing. Playing the role of the irreproachable mother and model wife, who vomits at the sight of a knee-length skirt, and then after saying a prayer and being deeply offended, kneels before me or a father of two, if life so happens. I know what I'm talking about, this is not a made-up story. You can explain the opposite to me, and argue that I move in bad circles, but I've worked with too many women to see what people are capable of, how they live their lives, and what they want to make others believe. The difference between me and you is that my life takes place in public. My whole life is here on the blog and I write without pretense, while from yours, all that can be seen is that you fart out a well-thought-out, morally irreproachable-looking, very good-looking comment, and then after you press enter, what happens happens, no one sees it anymore, no one can hold you accountable.

But at this point, let's clarify something, and damn quickly. What I have created is a viable, effective system with which everyone can achieve the physique they have not been able to achieve with other methods and have always desired. Go ahead and do it... Over a year and a half, with at least 1000 hours of work, I gathered all the information for you, I wrote down everything in detail, clearly, how to do it, what, when, how, how much, and for how long. I also clearly stated that everyone should personalize what is written here, but I see that not everyone has the intellectual capacity of a rake to understand this. But what I absolutely don't understand is how my lifestyle and what I do influences your life, and what the hell it has to do with it. If I stop smoking tomorrow, will you be more successful with your program? If I don't lose 2 kilos for a match (damn you Sampdoria), will you stick to your diet? Do you believe in God because your priest is at mass on Sundays? If I get drunk with my friends at parties on weekends, then if you follow what's written on my page, will your weight loss not start or what the hell? I have personally helped hundreds of women lose weight, and thousands through the blog, regardless of how I live. But seriously. Should I move into the zoo next to the koalas or what should I do?

So, the point is. If my credibility and the future of LifeTilt depend on me running around like an idiot for the rest of my life to prove the credibility of my system to a few shallow assholes whose biggest moment and pride in life is running 3x5 km a week, then I'll just let it all go as if it never even existed. My parents couldn't keep me in line, I didn't care about school rules or workplace behavioral norms, I've always disregarded social expectations, and after all that, does anyone seriously think that a few damn Facebook comments and spewing posts will change me and tell me what to do and what not to do? I won't even run the RunTilts now if a big rotten pitbull with foaming mouth chases me with a big knife in his hand, and precisely because they expect it from me. No one can tell me how to live, what to do, and especially not what I should do. If you don't like what I do or what I write, you don't have to read this site, if you don't like my lifestyle, go to Czanik's for capoeira or eat Norbi's Nutellas, I don't give a damn, but above all, get the hell out of here and go to Femina.hu and Nők lapja Café to hypocrite, there are exemplary lifestyles and sweetly sucking each other off, with masses of women commenting with at least two divorces behind them. But if you stayed here, or were here and got a new look from my method, then I don't need your gratitude, I really don't care about your gratitude, but the least you can do is not to throw up on me after you've changed your lifestyle and started on your journey thanks to me and the blog, and I don't think I'm asking for too much with that.

I live my life the way I want to. This has always been the case and will continue to be so, and if anyone wants to control me, they either don't know me at all, or they are so stupid that they really think they can change me. Nothing is more valuable than my freedom, and if I feel that my own brand, or anything else, threatens it, then I will personally pour my protein into the Danube, and you can go back to ballet to jump on Rubint Réka, and socialize on turbo diets, and juice cleanses and similar wonderful methods.