New Year’s Resolutions Are For the Weak

All of the fats scrambled to the gym this morning in order to lose 100 pounds TODAY. They’re working themselves hard, running, lifting, even swimming. They are wholly dedicated, this time around, to shed the pounds and become a healthier person. Naturally they waited for the New Year’s to tackle this all important task, cramming in chocolate cake and copious amounts of BEER into their gullets before the year ended. After all, New Year’s Eve represented the very last day of poor health and habits and from 2023 on they’d be an exemplary examples of discipline and fitness.

Then Valentine’s Day will swing around and chocolate will be devoured, as well as CHEESED CAKE for dessert to celebrate his future divorcee. And then St. Patrick’s Day will descend upon him and then the fucking Easter’D Bunny and then his Birthday and then FOUTH OF JUUL-IE. Before you know it, Mr. January the first gym rat will be 10 pounds heavier by next Thanksgiving — all because of the mentality of neeeeding to comfort himself with decadent things and foods and to subsist from these things, even for the benefit of health, would be an inconvenience at the moment and should be hauled off for a later date.

YOU PIECE OF SHITS!

Stop making resolutions and pretending that the future is going to be any different from the past. The only time frame that you need to worry about, borrowing a unique character trait from NPCs, is the present.

If you like to eat whole loaves of bread for breakfast, fucking do it. If you enjoy being 300 lbs and don’t give a fuck — GOD BLESS. You can only die once and living to please others is a dreadful way to exist.

I have no resolutions for 2023 because I’m not a child. I have expectations and goals that I’d like to achieve — but only focus on the one’s that are attainable. When I was a boy I’d have all sorts of pie in the sky ideas and goals; but life has STOLEN that vigor from me and now I exist in machine like discipline to crank out what is expected from me. On the blog, you could expect 3 blogs per day and dedication to stocks with an occasional outburst of politics — because my right wing nature demands it. Inside Stocklabs, you should expect me to curse out my customers every day, while at the same time help them achieve retirement goals vis a via my first class trading performance — which they are entitled to follow.

NOTHING MORE!

Good day.