I have been feeling physically miserable. That said, here's the weigh-in for The 34th Expedition: 19 lb loss. It failed to meet expectations.

On the surface, I don't know what happened...but I do.

The Fat/Protein numbers with the loss:

• 28E: 217.1/74.8 (-10.45%)
• 29E: 200.5/76.7 (-4.97%)
• 30E: 204.8/77.3 (-4.43%)
• 31E: 220.7/79.8 (-5.26%)
• 32E: 222.0/76.4 (-4.44%)
• 34E: 202.7/68.6 (-6.93%)

As you can see, its 42-day average of fat was right next to the lowest amount of the series. And its protein by FAR is the lowest. I might speculate that I didn't eat enough.

Of I could just point my finger at how the results don't take into account the early water loss featured in diet kickoffs as I already had lost 6 lbs in the days leading up to this Expedition.

But, I suspect the culprit is something I'm doing now to get out of the way for 2024. On Thursday, I cut my coffee consumption in half to 16 oz. I did the same on Friday. The only effect I felt was a sore lower back which I thought was due to Wednesday's activity. Then came Saturday, when in the words of Whitesnake...

And I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
Here I go again

...I gave up coffee and my body has been all wonky. It would be of no surprise to me what might happen if I got off this diuretic. And I don't care what the fun-loving 80-90% of adults say, coffee is totally a drug that creates dependency. I say this writing and writhing as it's uncomfortable to sit on this couch at this 3 AM hour. The headaches seem to have faded into the background, but the mental state of discontentment continues.

I wouldn't go so far as to say it's a "disorder" I'm not gonna prance around and say I'm special like an idiot because I'm in caffeine withdrawal; I'm not gonna jump on the "mental disorder" bandwagon in the literature. But, I do find it is curious that I gotta take this substance just to achieve the place where I feel normal.

I don't need that.

I'm just glad I've got The 34th Expedition behind me. There were so many restarts of that thing. As far as the Carnivore diet's effectiveness, there have been NO workouts. In fact, I only began carving out 30-minute walks this past week. This is what I consumed for The 34th Expedition:

• Bacon: 7.6 lbs
• Butter: 14.8 lbs
• Coffee: 12.1 gallons
• Bacon fat: 2.6 cups
• Ground beef: 10.1 lbs
• Eggs: 70
• Ghee: 1.2 lbs
• Chicken broth: 3 cups

On to January 21, 2024's weigh-in.

Brace yourselves: you are reading the words from someone who is a 2023 top 0.4% Howard Shore listener! Yes, exceedingly rare it is to find someone so infused with the PASSION of LotR and The Hobbit!

Yes, it's the end of the season and YouTube Music is rolling out its stats to its users, something new to this year. As I'm leaving the platform toward the open waters of Spotify, I wanted to capture my top songs of the year:

Top 96 of 2023

Sadly, no longer do I have linked the top songs of 2016, 2017, 2018 and 2019. But, I like that a prior #1, Tech Noir, continues to make the list year after year. There's Everlong, as well. But, no America?! That's a perenial Top 5 favorite! It was a weird year and I don't have an agile music experience with YTM.

Unfortunately, some songs couldn't make the YTM to Spotify leap. Like this little diddy that I love:

YouTube Link

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.