I weighed 155 kilograms and used meth. It took seven years to get out of it. I'm writing a book about it.
Read the full story →This week I wrote one of the most difficult subchapters in the entire book. In the final chapter I am currently writing, there will be more like it — it is a chapter where everything I have described so far begins to come together.
In January 2021, I stood waist-deep in the cold water of a frozen lake, holding a piece of ice, surrounded by people I regularly met with that winter for cold-water swimming. In the photo, it looks simple — a guy in the ice, a somewhat amusing shot. But behind it lies a journey worth telling.
Eight years ago, colleagues at work told me I should write a book. We were sitting together and I was telling them what I had experienced until then — life on the street, half a year without a salary, how I taught myself to program, although I was failing school to become a chef. I was totally lost back then, occasionally taking meth. Despite that, the idea seemed good to me, even though with the life I had back then, it would have been a complete fiasco.
I'm a programmer from Orava. I weighed 155 kilograms, used meth, and for two years I was too ashamed to show my face.
No diet or training plan got me out of it. It took seven years, and it started when I stopped avoiding my own sadness. Today I weigh 105 kg and I'm writing a book about it.
From the Tatras to Elbrus. Mountains are my source of silence and humility.
Running and Cold exposure keep my mind sharp and my body resilient.
Programming since childhood. It's my passion, craft, and lifestyle.
