Springspiration
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I'm delighted by the knowledge and the sight of my acquaintances and complete strangers suddenly taking a keen interest in me. Of course, this interest isn't directed at me personally, but rather at the blog and what's written in it, although there are a few young women I wouldn't need to take on even two dates to get to the nitty-gritty. So, something has started rumbling in the distance, and the sea seems to be rising, Petőfi's people's sea. I understand the enthusiasm, as the house is burning more and more, and summer is approaching at a frantic pace. It's not significant, but since the blog's launch, i.e., January 12, I've been emphasizing the importance of training, diet, and body shaping, but for most, it's only now dawning on them that, yes, those short-sleeved shirts bought last year came without two logos, breasts, and a belly.

This sudden enthusiasm is undoubtedly charming, it's a shame that it often isn't accompanied by an overwhelming, REAL determination and will, because unfortunately, without these, it won't work. I know exactly what's going on in your minds; I always feel the same way when I see a good movie, and under its influence, great resolutions are born within me too. After watching Underworld, for example, I wanted to be a vampire for weeks, and now you probably think I'm joking. I see the same thing in you now, but unfortunately, these are just fleeting careers and sudden infatuations. The feeling and longing for a slim and beautifully shaped body are already there. To play the unapproachable modest virgin in a bikini on the beach, then wait for the night and hope that at the truckers' and prostitutes' party, you'll be the most desirable and the biggest slut, but of course, only for the sake of the party, why else? It's no accident that these parties are such a huge success. These parties bring out the most secret desires in women, let's have no doubt that this is not the case. Yes. Preferably, all eyes should be on you, the guys should look at you and only you, while no one gives a damn about the girls sunbathing in T-shirts, gorging on lángos.

Brilliant. But what a pity that the resolve and the great impetus collapse with the speed of a falling airplane when it's time to actually take action. Not to mention the huge face-plants that occur when the first few obstacles arrive, which we call hunger and fatigue. Do you need cellulite-free thighs, my fairies? No problem, you just need to stick to a diet plan, preferably for longer than 36 hours. If necessary, I'll tell you a thousand times, and now, and tomorrow, and the day after. Either you mentally prepare for an undoubtedly difficult period, or don't even start a diet or training.
You'll only be ready if you can step out of your current comfort zone and are able to quit smoking, reduce unnecessary overeating to zero, and stop pointless snacking. The path to this is one word: SACRIFICE. Let me give you an example of what I'm talking about. It happened one evening that a buddy messaged me, he needed my help, let's arrange a time, because summer is coming and he's in pretty bad physical shape.
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It just can't be like this. Reading a book, taking a test, perseverance, the guy comes with such momentum that the private chat window almost falls out, and at the very first moment when he needs to do something tangible that involves sacrifice, his enthusiasm immediately wanes. If you smoke, always have a cigarette with you, but never light it. If you can't live without sweets, buy your favorite chocolate and always have it with you, because you will only be able to stick to the workout plan as long as you can resist lighting it, opening it, and eating it. Because dieting won't be easier, in fact, it will be incredibly difficult, but until you can resist these things, there's nothing to talk about, because you will give up. You'll stop, give up, experience failure, eat, pizza comes, and from then on, you'll be sucked down into the shit spiral again. Deeper than where you started. Four girls will start the diet and workout plan I wrote in the coming days. When they approached me, I told each of them, of course, I'll help. But there are a few rules that I will strictly enforce with them. First of all, they will receive all my help, they can call me anytime if they're at a dead end, I'll meet them, help them, encourage them, meaning they can count on me. BUT. I absolutely expected 3 things.
- We only start the program if they are mentally ready for it. They have set a goal for themselves, and I can see that they want to achieve it and are serious about it. I gave everyone 10 days after our conversation to think about what they are committing to. They should do it primarily for themselves, and if they still want to, they should contact me, and I will give them the diet and the personalized workout plan.
- Everyone can make a mistake once. If one of them doesn't progress, doesn't stick to the diet, I will notice it. No problem, everyone can make a mistake once, one can slip up once. But only once.
- No second chances. Because if they slip up a second time, I can't and won't deal with them anymore. I have enough average people around me. I want to work with people who have that extra something that elevates them above the average.
Bluffing won't work, and you can't achieve anything. This isn't a date where you multiply yourself by three and sell your non-existent self because you think this time it's different, this time it's going to be so much better. But it won't be better, why would it be? A clean slate, getting to know each other, giving it a chance – these are all nonsense, but that clean slate sooner or later always gets dirty. God, I hate dates. It’s always the same damn script, the girl is only interested in what the guy does for work and if he has any prospects, and the guy is just thinking about when they can finally have sex, and where he needs to take her, and what he needs to say to make that happen as soon as possible. I do have a question for women here. If a guy over 26 has been single for an extended period, without a single serious relationship to show for it, then how the hell could he have any prospects or a future? Because either he doesn't have a job, or he drives the number 47 tram, or he has everything, but he just screws women and that satisfies him completely. It doesn't matter what the truth is, the first few dates are always just about mutual pretense, and I don't feel sorry for women either because of the deception of push-up bras, elasticized shapewear, and butt-lifting panties. Unfortunately, it's that obvious, but the most beautiful thing about it all is that everyone knows it, and yet there's still a miraculous expectation on the fiftieth first date. Not to mention, if a man is a good catch, professional gold diggers will snatch him up very early, and if he lets himself be caught, they certainly won't let him go. (Hello Zsuzsi)
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Couldn't we really spare ourselves all this bullshit, right? I'll send my CV and a cover letter, and the girl sends a picture of herself in a mini skirt and thigh-highs. We'd save a lot of unnecessary rounds and a few thousand forints. For a very long time, precisely because of this, I no longer want to please anyone, not even minimally. It is what it is. My style is me, my thoughts on the world are there, I have my opinions on people, positions, politics, women, life philosophies, class struggle, and social order. Any girl who doesn't like this, or can't identify with it, will move on anyway, but of course, there's no need to worry about that, as women and independent thoughts have never been on speaking terms. Personally, I've never had a woman who, after 4-5 weeks, didn't start to love what I did, listened to, or thought. Just to authenticate these thoughts of mine, I once took a young MSZP activist girl on a first date to Kossuth Square in 2006, with whom, after we got together, by the third month she was defending the protesters at her workplace and condemning Gyurcsány's infamous speech from Őszöd. These are fantastic stories, and at the same time, I thank the Almighty that I was born a man.
So much for hopeless human relationships. I've already written the essence. Tomorrow is the weekly summary, Twilight, Blade, and Ryan Reynolds' workout plan are coming, the P4P series continues, there will be prison workouts and bulking, as well as an analysis of all 594 weightlifting exercises + women's diets. Until then, here are a few pictures from Berlusconi's freshly leaked orgy, so you don't miss out on the really important foreign policy news.



