Jimmy Moore and his wife Christine attended a wedding in Nashville this weekend and spent Friday and Saturday nights at our house in Franklin. It was hard to believe it’s the first time I’ve met Jimmy in person. For nearly two years now, I’ve listened to his podcasts and read his blog. We’ve spoken on the phone, exchanged a lot of emails, and made a few connections for each other. He, of course, has also seen Fat Head, interviewed me for a podcast, and reads my blog.
Consequently, it felt more like a meeting of old friends than a first get-together. Jimmy and Christine are both intelligent, affable people, and we enjoyed their company very much. The only downside is that I’m reasonably sure Jimmy drove home this morning with a few bruises, courtesy of my daughters jumping on him.
In an earlier post, I promised my readers I’d check Jimmy’s pulse to make sure he’s real. After all, this is a guy with a family history of heart disease who lives on a very high-fat diet and refuses to take statins for his high cholesterol, but recently scored a zero on a calcium test. According to those who worship at the altar of the Lipid Hypothesis, he’s not supposed to exist. Or as his doctor put it when reading the results, “That’s not possible.”
It is possible. My careful lab tests, conducted in our kitchen, provide conclusive evidence that Jimmy is human and doing quite well, thank you.
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