Yesterday I completed my third week of the 6-Week Cure For The Middle-Aged Middle — the first all-meat (nearly) week. This morning I weighed 200 lbs. on the gym scale, and my waist measured 38.5 inches around the biggest area. I started at 205 lbs., 41 inches.
That’s only one pound lost in the previous week, but there are some likely explanations:
- I’m lifting an extra 20 or 30 pounds on several weight machines since starting the diet, which means I’ve probably added some muscle.
- I was already on a low-carb diet, so an all-meat (nearly) diet isn’t a dramatic change.
- I cheated on the diet.
Friday was my wife’s birthday, but I maintained good discipline at the restaurant where we celebrated. I had a 10-oz. prime rib, a small Caesar salad without croutons, creamed spinach, and one glass of red wine. The wine was my second serving of alcohol for the week, which means it was also supposed to be my last.
But on Saturday, I met my best friend of nearly 40 years (egads, I’m old!) at a local pub. As often happens when lifelong chums get together to enjoy themselves, the conversation soon turned to the causes of fatty liver disease. I’m a big believer in the power of visual aids, so I had the waitress bring a succession of Yuengling beers and deep-fried snacks to our table in order to emphasize my points.
After finishing off my third pint of Yuengling and some mozzarella sticks, I tapped my empty glass and said, “You see? This is how people put fat in their livers. Bad idea.” My friend agreed and likewise finished off his third pint to demonstrate his comprehension of the science.
The waitress doubted that either of us actually has a fatty liver, but as far as I could tell, she has very little medical training. Also, I think she was angling for a sizable tip.
When I got home from the pub, I confirmed that beer and other carbohydrates make you hungry by consuming a big bowl of almonds and cashews without feeling particularly full. So my three weeks on the cure haven’t exactly been three weeks on the cure.
Anyway, I’ll happily take the one-pound loss for the week. Back to the meat.