One thing I’ve heard consistently is how lucky I am to have such great genetics, how blessed I am, as if that is it and that’s all. All of my hard work dismissed so easily with that statement “You’re so lucky to have good genetics.” Of course I have good genetics, but that’s not the total answer. What some people fail to recognize is the total dedication, the nearly obsessive committment to reaching my goal.
Those who make statement fail to recognize the fact that I workout up to four times a day, any single one of those workouts being far more intense than any singe workout most people with do their entire lives. They fail to acknowledge the incredibly strict diet, 85% to 95% raw organic foods. The fact that I’ve made it a point to be active my entire life, or the fact that I’ve studied nutrition, and physiological performance for over twenty years, and have applied that knowledge.
I know what you mean, Evan. Some people tell me “God, you’re funny!” And I say “God has nothing to do with it you motherfucker!” and I smash their fucking teeth in with one of those glass bottles of Frutopia. Then as they lay there on the ground bleeding, I ask “Do you think God likes that, you cunt?”
People are such pricks. I hate them all. At least Evan knows where it’s at.