Are you Ready for the September Collapse Fatso?

On about August 1st 2023, I stepped onto the scale and saw I had gained some unwanted weight, in spite of my regularly physical activities. This is most likely due to my gluttonous behavior — eating cakes and cookies like a fat fuck. Angered by this dose of reality, I drastically cut without regards for muscle or being reasonable. Since then I’ve shed nearly 11lbs, as if I was a prisoner of war — more than the weight I need to lose.

While it’s true, there isn’t a night I do not go to bed hungry, it’s also true that life isn’t about having fun and pleasing myself — but instead an endurance challenge. I demolish obstacles and ignore with seething hatred the things that annoy me. Some people tell me of their diets, as if they’ve just re-invented the fucking sail boat. Look here, jackass, output more than you input. It’s that simple. What is your maintenance caloric intake vs the amount you ingest? I don’t need to count anymore — because I am full aware of what constitutes a chicken breast or a teaspoon of olive oil.

The bottom lie is you need to shut the fuck up and STOP EATING. Just fucking stop and when you get hungry like a little bitch — get angry for being such a pussy.

As for markets, I was fully long into the wonderful open and now sit with gains of +72bps, slightly hedged. It has been a cantankerous month for me, so I’m not pushing anything and will bide my time until the eventual and splendid collapse to come in September.