After an initial confusion as to how weigh-ins work (that silly idea of not consuming anything before weigh-in), I kicked off the 27th Expedition this past Saturday. Yes, it has been far too long.

I officially came in at 248 lbs. And while this website will eventually be molded to support this renewal of mine, for now, just know that my weight is near to when I first submitted to a carnivore life (for good) back in November 2020. And as I read those old entries around that time frame, I had forgotten how amused I was that I lost so much weight while eating around 3000 kcal a day. I had proven that calories have nothing to do weight gain/loss. But, how that idea is hammered in my head! How then, did I ever skyrocket from that 182 lb weight up to my present weight? I didn't eat ENOUGH. You got it! When my body wanted more meat, what did I do? I drank that ol' HWC after my 1st carniversary.

Again and again and again.

A part of me thought I ought to minimize things, eat just a lb of meat a day—ignore hunger feelings and satiety. Follow a schedule, save money and reduce calories...

...and that is how I EXACTLY gained weight!!! A carnivore approach to life is NOT about restriction! We eat our fill. We listen to our bodies.

I HATE that I forgot that. My return to Memphis likely messed up my head regarding this for when I was out in the country, I was far more of a focused individual, my 3x speed audiobooks were never fast enough, my drive to train was unquenchable. For reasons foreign to me, I must recapture that Eye of the Tiger.

What am I eating? Bacon. OK, more to the point: bacon fat, meats, butter, eggs, coffee and water—I even have spam on deck for the occasional weekly treat! Sure, bacon is great, but bacon fat just makes everything better. A lb of calf liver in the bottom of your meat drawer (air fryer) with a couple dollops of bacon fat is a delightful meal; liver begs for fat! I ate that around 2 PM until eating a 3-egg omelet around 9 PM this evening.

Stay tuned. Things are changing. The next weigh-in? September 10.

Indeed, it was a time ago, seemingly of another age when this traveler considers his adventure, when on December 16, 2021, I wrote of my disdain of a 5-lb weight gain. It seemed incongruous to the life I had known (and most assuredly, it was UNDERSERVED). Never did I seek my teeth into the demonic enticements of Taco Bell; never did I slide down the ride of a sugary temptress!

Ah, but I pointed to the accused! Vaguely, I had a sense of the cuprit, that celebratory vice on my carniversary. Heavy whipping cream cream (HWC). Such a simple delight and readily carnivore. In all of these months since, all six of them, I have nearly proven beyond a doubt that I was correct for I have become a regular consumer of this de-evolving device! In these 200+ days hence, I have gained 60 lbs. And while this gain did not mimic my past rocket rides up the scale, nevertheless, it has made me shudder as I never have broken ranks from my carnivore diet.

Verily, this must change! That HWC is the succor of Satan!

Damn that delight!

It's ridiculous the number of times I've knocked back a quart of the stuff! Sometimes it was TWO! Naturally, it's labeling leads one to think that there's not a single carb in it, but C'MON—try around 27 instead! Straight-up sugary lactose! I just gotta think I took a wrong turn somewhere.

The proof is in the puddin', right? What shall I do...

...exactly how I had so much sustainable success: eat the meat. Eat when I'm hungry and do no eat when I'm not hungry. Shelf the salt for a time so as to better gauge when I'm satiated.

Clearly, this once moth-balled site now shines vibrantly. running. It's totally functions as a place for accountability for me.

When I wrote last, I was ignited with all the passion of a man completely onboard and excited as one chosen to belong to the kingdom of God—how ALIVE I felt! I did not see life as this mundane existence, tasked by a daily humdrum of digging dirt; rather, I saw each passing day as another step closer to the return of Jesus and all the joy thereafter! Experientially, those days leading into the new year felt good. I had an aggressive study of biblical truths in place into 2022 to coincide with all that I was experiencing. My vision for the year was in my development in becoming enriched by the things of God, a place where I could only accept humbly (with arms wide open, mind you) all of His riches while deserving ABSOLUTELY none of it.

As the weeks fell off 2022's calendar, I did not listen to as many John MacArthur sermons—I had already set aside the supplement content by other teachers. I did not view it as a red flag for I felt I was just too busy. For a time, I held fast to my Robertson's Unashamed podcast, but even those shallow waters faded away. I fell into a place where critical truths were no longer being spoken to me.

Soon thereafter, I dropped the rigors of my Bible commentaries reading followed by the eventual release of my daily Bible reading. Accordingly, my daily prayers were silenced. In this spiritually-starved vacuum, the truth was replaced by a lie. I attempted to quench my thirst with a distracting disdain against the world and all the political entanglements of a world shaped by little gods and their rebellion with blinded eyes and hardened hearts. In time, even that focus was set aside, as that old, vile triumvirate of the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes and the pride of life—that tired corruption of the Evil One—draped an ebony burial shroud across my face. I became no different than the world; I faltered with all of the covetous and anxieties from the thief who only knew "to steal and kill and destroy." Who was this god I worshipped? This image in the mirror was never to be exalted, but created to reflect...

...for I am not of this world. Jesus states in John 6:39, that it is the Father's will that Jesus should lose NOTHING of what was given to him by His Father, but that it will be raised up on that last day. So, He went out and got me back.

Today, I take comfort in places in the Bible like the entire chapter of Romans 8. I just kick myself for the lost opportunity of the first half of 2022.

I'm taking 2022's second half back.