I have a weigh-in coming up this Sunday as I am in my 6th week of this high-fat carnivore renewal. While I'll continue to post my numbers, the only meaning they have is for a fella who's my height, your 25 lbs is gonna be a ride different than my tow package. I've considered BMI as a bridge of relevancy, but that makes no distinction between fat and thin.

Therefore, I'll be plug-n-chuggin' my shoulders and waist measurements toward achieving the Golden Ratio, i.e., 1.618 (φ)—wouldn't the Phi symbol make a great Cricut cutout? This is not my invention; it is plastered all across the World Wide Web—hey, there are a lot of fat people out there!

That said, I don't want to minimize the impact of what happens on the scale—I absolutely must drop the weight to make φ. But, I'm ready to take it to the next level and build the body I want. Just settling for what is subpar—namely, giving up on yourself—is both reprehensible and repugnant.