I am writing this long article as my so far little legacy of the most important steps I took in my six pack abs life so far. I will add it to my about page. And in case I get eaten on San Francisco ocean beach by a shark while doing what I truly love – surfing and I will go straight to six pack abs heaven, I want my son and you to motivate and encourage to live bold, healthy, courageous life without regrets. And of course, getting six pack abs in the process.
It was the summer of 2002 when I left tiny but beautiful country Slovakia for USA. I was 25 years old. I simply packed my bags and left. I knew I wanted to stay in US no matter what. Even if the cost for that would be becoming another illegal immigrant. I didn’t care about that.
I knew I would do everything possible I could to get my visas extended. But in the case I wouldn’t succeed with this, I was staying. And I was staying no matter what. I was going to succeed in America and I knew I will.
I didn’t want to be one of those that come, stay for a while, leave and keep complaining that it just wasn’t that great. I know way to many of them. This is not my style. If I know I will get somewhere, I will get somewhere. And I will make the hell freeze over 11 times if that’s required to do what’s necessary to do. A little hint for you here: You can apply this attitude to your six pack abs achievement too.
Things were not easy in the beginning. There were lot of changes in my life. And many not pleasant ones. And I didn’t speak any English. But it felt like a great challenge and that kept me going. I was living in USA after all! And that felt like a big deal for me than. It felt like a dream. I was very proud of myself and still consider it as my biggest and boldest move I ever took in my life: Landing in LA with $330 in my pocked and all I could say was – Thank you with a perfect American accent. And that was it for my English.
When you’re young, you get away with everything
I still remember my Saturdays living in little town Emeryville, San Francisco’s east bay section apartment with my fellow emigrant buddy. I had 2 jobs. I was a bartender in TGIF and I worked as a mover. I would finish work in the bar on Friday evening. I made sure I have Friday nights off. Than, I would meet friends that were also Slovaks and Checks, occasional Irish or German nannies that came for a year to spend in San Francisco Bay Area working for a family with kids in local ice skate ring.
We did skate and chase girls on skates and off course we were showing off a little. We were guys from former Czechoslovakia after all. And game of ice hockey runs in our blood. So ice skating was our strong side. Anyway, it was easy to meet some girls this way. Than after that we went to a local Check/Slovak bar and partied hard.
Getting physical
I would make it home every Friday night way after 1 AM and crash. I got up at 6 AM the next day, put on my hockey roller skates ( I didn’t have car yet) and skate 30 minutes to a nearest BART station (San Francisco Bay Area metro).
I wold get off in San Francisco downtown and scatted another 20 minutes to One Big Man and One Big Truck moving company headquarters. I worked here as a mover. Old fashioned mover who carries heavy pieces of furniture and boxes up and down the stairs.
I learned right the first day that you are supposed to wear deodorant, to avoid the body odors from customers, so they tip you well. And almost always we were completely soaked in sweat from running up and down with boxes and armoires, wrestling them through tiny round staircases of San Francisco old buildings without elevators.
I used to be a competitive rower back is Slovakia and physical preparation was very hard. But this competitive sport dream thing didn’t even get close to moving job. Moving was so much more real and harder. And especially longer. No pretty clothes, no admirers, just some customers freaking out about not braking some of their favorite piece of furniture. It was the whole day of mulling heavy peaces. It was the real life competitive sport.
I didn’t particularly loved the job, but I liked it. Pay was good, we moved always at the different place. It was challenging. And my coworkers were great – mostly fresh emigrants barely speaking any English. We were at the same boat, at the same stage of life and that was connecting us. And I was happy to have a job that can cover my rent and some cash for occasional party. Life was simple and good!
Youth is not reality
Weekend moving jobs were the biggest. I would move furniture for 10-15 hours on Saturdays and Sundays. And it wasn’t a problem for me. Considering the night before partying and not really sleeping, I performed very well at the job. Sometimes we finished a big move on midnight on Saturday and started early in the morning on Sunday. I became a favorite mover to work with. Is that really a compliment? I would carry twice as much of stuff on the move as my partners did. Anyway, I was 25 years old. You can do things like this at 25.
Yes, I was a healthy 25 years old fresh emigrant in America. You get away with everything when you are 25. Looking back at my lifestyle, I can point to few terrible things I was doing to my health. I wasn’t overweight thanks to the amount of physical work I was doing. But my diet was terrible. It was a typical regular uninformed persons diet, that felt right.
I wold wake up in the morning and ate 2 peach yogurts and some sweet cereals first thing. Than I would have a doughnut and coffee with sugar. Lots of sugar. I would always reason than, that sugar is the energy we all need, especially us movers. I wold regularly drink coke with my lunch and snack on candy bars throughout the day. I would eat a ton of bread, pastries, baguettes, bagels and sandwiches. And I wasn’t that lean either. My six pack abs were covered with a layer of fat. But again, I was 25. And you get away with murder when you are 25.
Things change
It would take another 5 years of eating diet like this. Drinking lots of beer, vodka and vine. Not sleeping and doing just fine.
On one winter day after turning 31 I went for a run. And about 10 minuted into it, I fainted and felt on the sidewalk. It was dark. I gained cautiousness soon after. I never finished my run. I walked home feeling terrible and shoveled the whole bag of potato chips down my throat. I was dizzy and there was no sugar left in my blood. All was taken away by insulin spike after I ate a bowl of pasta before my run.
Around the same time I started feeling tired in the mid morning and afternoon almost everyday. Often almost falling a sleep in standing position. My mental performance was declining. I call it a foggy brain. When nothing seems clear. I was still leading active lifestyle, playing tennis, surfing, lifting weights, playing soccer. But I was gaining weight. My sleep didn’t feel restful like it always did. It would take me a long time to get out of bad. And I was getting out of it completely exhausted.
I though, well I am just getting older. There is nothing I could do about that , I would reason.
This is what happens when you get just a little bit past your twenties. Especially if you eat terrible diet and don’t move sufficiently. You don’t get away with that much anymore. It feels more like a reality. And it gets worst when you get older.
I wasn’t working for moving company anymore. I got fired from exidently braking more pieces of furniture 🙂 It actually felt great not to work there anymore and I seriously celebrated the day I became free from carrying s..t for living. I still missed the people, but it was time to move on.
Around this time I was constantly tired. I still exercised every day. But days became harder. We all experience this. But, let me just tell you right away : There is no reason for it! You can reverse the clock. You can feel great again! You can perform like you did and better when you were in your twenties.
The braking point came when I one day looked into the mirror and saw my pale tired face. Bald head, acne everywhere, looking tired and kind of old. That was it. I needed to change something. I set a goal to get so fit that I will have a six pack abs and become healthy again and get my energy back. I started researching the various diets and after reading my third diet book: Zone Diet, I realized that if I keep eating what I am eating I will become part of the sad statistics and get old fast. Subsequently dying on heart attack.
I followed the Berry Searses diet advice and immediately felt 100% better. I changed my diet by 360 degrees. And it made a huge difference on my overall physical and mental performance and sleep immediately. I started loosing fat and I gained more muscle.
Since than I refined my diet and workout routine even more. I experimented on myself, what works and what doesn’t. What makes me tired and perform poorer and what increases my performance.
I learned the lesson, that if you want to look, perform and feel like a 25 years old, you have to eat perfect diet and follow certain exercise routine. I found the most efficient way to get to the top mental and physical performance state. I loosed majority of fat around my belly to the point that my six pack abs became clearly visible. My face cleared from acne and my skin looked great. I became myself more attractive. And I love every minute of my day, every day. I have a huge amount of energy in my days.
I am 37 years old now and I don’t move furniture anymore. But I am lean – I have six pack abs, I am stronger then ever before, full of energy and I perform better at every aspect of my life like never before. And I want the same thing for you.
Don’t become just another regular person who gets older and tired, less attractive, overweight, with fogy brain and than dyes on heart attack in early sixties. Change now! Reverse the trend. Learn what to put in your mouth and what not to put there. Get six pack abs! Fight like hell. And you too might feel, look and perform better in your fifties than you did in your twenties. It’s possible. I managed to achieve that. And so can you!
Your choices have significant horsepower
We are young, beautiful, strong and full of energy. Later, when we get older all these beautiful things start slowly disappearing.
And we think, that’s normal. I feel, look, perform, and am leaner than ever before. And I give most of my credits for this to a certain lifestyle I lead, choices I make. It’s a six pack abs lifestyle. The diet you eat, the workouts you do can change your life exponentially to better.
There is no reason for fat layer on your belly. There is no reason for feeling tired throughout the day. There is no reason to have a fog on your brain. There is no reason to look unattractive. I plan to keep my six pack abs visible all the way to my eighties and nineties! I guarantee you, I will. You can check back with me 45 years down the road. And so can you! Please don’t give up! Fight like hell to get your six pack abs. It’s so wort it!
It’s not just six pack abs
With six pack abs come:
Magnetic attractiveness
Invincible health
Fantastic mental and physical performance
Huge energy levels
Higher intelligence
And that all comes down to incredible well being, passion and overall happiness! Don’t tell me it’s not worth the fight!
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