Sebastian Lex | Get Fit, Get Paid, Get GONE

The job punishes you tomorrow. The landlord punishes you tomorrow. The utility company punishes you tomorrow. So they feel important. But these things that you skipped: - Your gym - Your business - Your family time These things don't punish you tomorrow. They punish you two years from now.

Building an aesthetic physique is 20% lifting, 80% diet. And diet is the tip of an iceberg comprising your entire psychology. Ugh.

Things are much better than they could've been. But they still suck. Ne'ertheless. We march on.

"Ever tried Monster?" Dude asked me this 4 months ago. "Lemme try," I said. Currently on 4-5 Monsters a day.

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I used to like... give a fuck. Funny, looking back now. The fucks given.

This is hard for me to say but here goes. After much thought and inner searching, I've decided to continue getting jacked af.

Two negatives make a positive but two wrongs don't make a right. Doesn't make sense.

Funny how shit changes seemingly overnight.

Day was going fine until that FUCKING grape fell and rolled under the fridge.

Any process that depends on mood will eventually break.

Man, it’s so easy to get injured in football. Then you spend the next three days limping.

Unpopular opinion: Windows Movie Maker was better than CapCut.

Yo, my attention span is srsly messed the fook up. Can hardly go two full sentences on an instructional vid without fidgeting with a digital device or opening up another tab to "handle something real quick" or "look something up for a sec." I interrupted a lesson just to fookin' make this post. And I knows why. The lesson creates pressure. Expectation. "I need to do shit after this is done. It'll be hard. I might fail." Shooting out a quick bullshit ass post on X gives ze dopamine heet. "I accomplished something. Pat myself on the back." So now imma stfu go back to wtf I was doing and hopefully get through this goddamn FIVE MINUTE LESSON! Man.

This year’s gonna be it. No. This summer.

Outside of the modern Western (im)moral framework, men are still judged on: - Stability - Competence - Maturity - Provider capacity Western fixation on age parity is historically abnormal.

"Don't you think you're eating too many carbs?" Called out by mom. Damn. Shamed.

"You can't expect to have the physique of a 20-year-old at 48, bro." Watch me.

I'm way off the path. Winter does that to me. But the difference between a loser and a winner is the winner never uses a setback as an excuse to quit.

I'm all for binary thinking. You're with me or against me. You're an operator or a civilian schmuck. You're rich or you're poor. You're fit or you're fat. She's treasure or she's trash. No in between. No "understanding." No fucking balance. ZERO FUCKING COMPROMISE. ZERO TOLERANCE! NONE! "But Seb, that leaves no room for nuance." Fuck nuance. Sick and tired of this dumb ass word going around. Mfs spouting "nuance" left and right 'cause they heard some guru say it a couple times. Nuance can nuzzle my knob. 0 or 1. On or off. Win or lose. Do or die. There is no fucking "nuance" in this life. Know what else there isn't? There's no fucking "try." That's civilian pussy talk. You DO it or you DON'T. Make it your goal to become as unreasonable as you can possibly be.