Yes, in my first win of 2024, I lost 5.88% for a 15 lb weightloss! I did it through increasing my walking and lifting while upping my fat. In fact, this last six-weeks was the most fat I had as a high-fat carnivore...so, I guess EVER in a fitness context. You can check out the breakdown in the re-added Intake section of the site.

I was happy to see that I made it over the hump of 1 in my challenge to achieve the golden ratio. I also dropped down a jeans size, did not lose mass in my arms—still 16.5", and increased mass in my shoulders. Those handful of data points mean more to me than revisiting scale notches. It shows that the work I put in matters.

I achieved today's victory by a daily average context of 2360 calories with 87.2% of them coming from fat, thereby transforming my engine to run on—you guessed it—FAT, my own or from that 16.2 lbs of butter I had!

I wholly believe that our energy comes from fat and protein is for repair & maintenance. Our body HAS to have these two macros. As far as that other "macro," what we all know is actually sugar, eye-opening as it is, you don't need that ice cream truck in your life.

I added a bit to this site, including the fabled Tunes section, which features the soundtrack to The 35th Expedition: The Call of the Wild.

Now it's on to The 36th when I'll write another one of these posts on March 3.

I've now got to go live my next soundtrack...

Sadly and expectantly, a couple of streaks were snapped yesterday: 64 oz of water a day and more importantly, my step goal streak. Don't worry—the ones that matter remain: the Carnivore and The Quest to Erebor beard, The Yeard. The water one is rather immaterial—I drink broth and coffee all the time. But, the step one hurt: I could not complete Day 27. Well, I suppose I could have—I was only a 1000 steps away.

See, yesterday afternoon, I thought I'd pick up my Shoulders Day, because that morning, I had continued my plan to skip lifts to heal up my right forearm that got dinged on Tuesday's Chest Day.

But, a few earfuls of tunes and a mug of Phil Robertson coffee got me amped up that afternoon! I put the weight bench down in the middle of the kitchen (the garage is reserved)...

...then setting my coffee aside, I darted off in a direction—my foot got caught from coming forward! I just KNEW I was gonna fall on my face! And yet, flouring and contorting about in my bullet time scene, I recovered!

However, relief quickly shifted downward to chagrin...

This whole sequence of Neo pivoting on his little toe-just-behind-the nailbed bludgeoned an impact followed by a skin rupture. And the blood welled up. Boy howdy! It bled like a shaving cut.

Now, I would have already hit my 10,944 steps for the day if my morning routine hadn't iced over—truly, I miss that space! And thus, I cast down the first 2024 record to smash for this year, a streak that began on Saturday, December 23, and ended yesterday.

There are no plans to start today; after removing the bandages, my wife described it as "meaty."

While I haven't had today's Arms Day, I won't lie, I'm longing for that, too! This week, I felt those forearm pain twinges when just lifting a jug of water. I know what I did wrong: when a dumbbell is on the floor and I'm on the bench, I'll reach behind me and grab it—not something I train!

Maybe I ought to? Let's see, Arnold has his press...how about the Moose Manacle?

I need a complete nickname program. Just think of the potential:

• Shaquille O'Bill Traverses: - Toi Gye mountain blocks with weights?

• Brick Static Holds? - Not much imagination here.

• Wild Bill Matrix Re-enactments?* - See above!

• The Supersacker - That just sounds painful.

• Norm Hydration? - my 10th-grade lunchtime's Powerade speed totally fits!

• <insert Home Improvement grunts> Rest Between Sets? - Yes, this was a "nickname" I picked up in Taekwondo. I'm always up for a good chest pounding. Neanderthal blood flows through these veins!

Unfurling a rich tapestry of songs that harkens to days of future past & heralds tomorrow's harbingers; celebrates pain & promise; champions new levels & laurels; and spans Bob Costas to Dr DisRespect, I present to you The 35th Expedition: the Call of the Wild. It has everything you want to usher in for 2024! Forged in the darkness of 4 AM winter walks that blazed across December and January, this selection has been hammered out on footpaths and crafted in the last light of the moon: