Down 110 pounds, two-thirds of the meds, moving like I mean it.
The fat piece of shit I saw in the mirror is 110 pounds lighter. I’m down to two-thirds of the meds I was taking, and I’m still trimming the number. I move better now than I did carrying an whole extra person.
What the scale can’t show matters more. I’m insulin sensitive again, and the fatty liver I was hauling around has healed. The body works like advertised now — I can spend energy and burn my own fat for it instead of begging for sugar like a junkie in heat. The food noise is gone, my head is clear, and my thinking is sharper than I’d honestly forgotten it could be. I ejaculate like a horse which is new.
That’s the status of Jeff. No protocol nor supplement stack to sell you, no big reveal. I eat animals and lift heavy things. I did these things consistently with reasonable to great sleep.