For 5 months they locked me in my house.
During that time I developed a simple routine -
Wake up.
Garden.
Laptop and weights.
Make a minimum of 300k dollars and do a minimum of 10,000 reps.
A new ice-cold water every 20 mins.
A new coffee every 1.5 hours.
8-hour shifts. Usually 11 till 7.
Chefs have dinner on the table at 8 - I eat my only meal of the day with the soldiers in my house.
Then, discuss and smoke cigars/shisha deep into the night.
Then they released me from house arrest and I'm allowed to go anywhere in the city -
So I went for dinner.
Went shopping.
Bla bla...
But I always felt guilty.
I made 280k a day instead of 300.
I did 1000 reps before leaving the house, instead of 10,000 throughout the day.
So at the end of each day, I would analyze.
Was what I did today worth losing 20k and 9000 reps of training?
The answer was only yes if I was racing cars. Otherwise, the answer was always no.
Fancy dinners are bullshit.
How dumb do you have to be to enjoy eating food? It's a boring necessity.
Clubs are bullshit.
I can't possibly see all the females begging for me already, go club why?
Socializing?
Everyone is below me. Those who aren't are already in my house. Waste of time.
Unless it's to race around in a supercar, I will literally never leave my house again.
Ever.
I have become a hermit.
And I will get filthy rich, battle the Matrix from my podcast studio, see my children and be the strongest human who has ever lived.