Health Diet Weight Loss
Is It High-Fat or Is It “High-Fat?”
— Prepare for a no-BS dietary epiphany; scare quotes are the clue I’m very confident in guaranteeing that by the time you finish this post, you will: How could you have missed it? Well, it kinda turns out that we’re all a lot more ideological, biased, and confirmation-seeking than we care to admit. Even worse,……...
Read MoreHow Do You Change The Weight of the “Water Weight?”
— It has been a very long time since I’ve seen anything new. This is new. It must have been sometime in 2008, 15 years ago…. About a year prior, concerned about my shrinking clothing, I started going to the gym, met with some initial success, blogged about it here, and someone commented that the……...
Read MoreLC-Keto Jimmy Moore Pleads Guilty; Sentenced To 20 Years
— Has Justice Been Served? If So, To Whom, and For What? PREVIOUSLY: The Arrest of Jimmy Moore For Underage Sex Well it is a pathetic spectacle, I’ll give you that. Do I feel sorry for the guy? I don’t feel one way or the other about it. What motivates me out of a state……...
Read MoreWrecking Immune Systems For Power And Profit
— “Toto, I’ve a Feeling We’re Not in Kansas Anymore” Alright, we’re closing in on the new year and my publicly-available posting campaign together with end-of-year sale/anti-sale is running out of time with lots still in the outbox. After this, I’m shifting to a couple of Thailand-Life updates and might close it out with a……...
Read MoreVery Expensive Wegovy Weight Loss Drug Duplicated By a Cheap Andean Tuber
— It's Not Hype To Say Miracle Drug...Miracle Plant

If you're reading this via the Newsletter, note that the post title differs from the email subject line to [hopefully] not get caught up in filters of a certain kind. If you haven't read yesterday's post, I would encourage you to do so. It says what's in store for us this week, like all posts will be public until the new year. I did a short video trailer from the beach after a 1.2km swim, see below. Here's what's planned over the next few days on the heels of this marvelous discovery, below. First, I'm back together with Yui (the girl...and just as importantly, her two girls) and there's a whole history and story and reason behind that and lessons learned and new insights. I've got some cooking posts, including how to make wonderful 30-minute German-style fried potatoes in 6 minutes (video too). I've been swimming and snorkeling a lot and have some pretty cool underwater GoPro footage. There's new research hot off the presses this week that suggests or even confirms that the immune systems of billions worldwide may be compromised or wrecked. Does America stand a chance anymore, politically? And more...
A good place to start this unbelievable and serendipitous story is at the beginning.
Last September I moved into this new place and found myself residing between two young Thai women. Both turned out to be real sweethearts. The one to my left, Thanida, works at a French-style bakery owned by a Vietnamese guy (the one to my right, Khip, works as a secretary at a hotel and is pregnant). Thanida had a British boyfriend but he liked hitting the girl bars too much so she dumped him. They're still friends and I'm acquainted. He's older, in my age range, a bit of an asshole, but smart and competent. Good hearted fundamentally, he set her up with a real computer and still helps her in various ways.
Here's her and I on a morning walk and then breakfast. Yes, the 2.5 min video title is shameless and intentional clickbait.
Enter her new boyfriend since last year, Pico, who recently arrived from Germany for a few months. Near the same age, he and I have hit it off marvelously. Super good guy.
Notice the age difference (she's about 35, he's over 55); and Thanida is neither a gold digger nor has she ever worked in a bar. She works 10 hours per day, six days per week, for incredibly low wages by our standards (less than $500 per month). He helps out, but she insists on working.
So, in reference to the foregoing pike and what's coming down it, I have a post on that general topic as well. Prepare to have assumptions, stereotypes, and projections utterly, iconoclastically dismantled (in a gentle way...especially for the ladies who, in some sense, have a perfectly natural and logical disdain for this sort of thing).

...A few weeks ago I saw Pico munching on something and I asked what it was. He had no idea, but said it's a root, like a potato, but is crunchy and a little bit sweet, like an apple. He gave me one out of the fridge, which he recommended doing.
On the outside, it looks like a typical sweet potato, or what some erroneously call yams. Thanida had acquired them from up in Chiang Mai, 1000 miles away. There's some altitude up there and it's cooler. Apparently, this Andes native—colloquially known as Peruvian apple—grows well up there and a farmer ships them for 160 baht for a 5 kilogram box (11 pounds for $4.65, including shipping).
What are they? I snapped a photo and did an image search and one of the results was a plant called "yacon." Then image searching on that specifically confirmed it because of the melon or apple-like inside. (I always have to be careful typing it, because autocorrect thinks I mean bacon.)

So, nothing much to see yet and your first query would naturally be various cooking alternatives.
But nope, you eat them raw.


I'll get to taste and texture in a bit. They're extra delicious and could easily be my favorite "fruit." I need to buy a blender so I can make smoothies from two of them and fart up a damn storm (1st hint).
I noticed something quite radical after eating a couple of them per day for a few days in a row. My ravenous hunger subsided. Remember what motivated me to try cutting out the booze? Complete loss of appetite. The rest of that story is history.
But when I stopped boozing and in 3 days had my appetite back, it went all Yin to Yang on me and I was hungry all the [damn] time. So, what I'm saying is, that experience was serendipity number one. I was in the ideal time and place to notice a profound change and it was highly correlated with consuming these things. Add to that, I know a thing or two about gut health, and profound flatulence informed me on that score.

So I started looking into it, just idle Google searches, including for those touted to produce weight-loss results with before-after pics like the one to the left. Interestingly, there are few pics and not a lot of information. Contrasted with new and hyper-expensive Wegovy—which you'll learn about below—there's tons of stuff to be "found." Thanks, Google. One hopes there'll be lot more info about cheap yacon syrup soon. I'm sure you're anxious to include it in search results, right along with patented and expensive Wegovy.
I did come up with an interesting read and it contained a study with head-shaking results.
Read MoreMy Easy Way To Stop Drinking: Relationships — The Good and the Bad — 2 Months In
— I seem to be undergoing a transition of sorts from where initially, alcohol cessation was all about the ways and means of getting it done—arriving at that point of no return—to now, increasingly, towards a more observant and deliberative consideration.

Preface
Kind of like: the chicken or the egg; what comes first? Do you get plastered because life sucks and it's an effective acute-pain reliever for that; or, is it that you typically drink for a multitude of reasons (or excuses), it eventually gets out of hand, and then proceeds to 'suck' up your life to the point that alcohol becomes a veritable coping requirement?
"Oh, boy...I could really use a drink."
...Or is it both, since the real answer to the question about chickens and eggs is that there's not the one, without the other. They're inexorably integrated, inseparable.
But still...I can wax philosophically or psychologically all I want, but it all has to meet a single criterion for me:
Does this nugget or tidbit or realization or actualization or idea or aha moment...bring someone to the Easy Place? Because let's face it: you're probably not going to brute force this thing to success. If it sucks, then it's likely going to get suckier and the suckier it gets, the more likely you are to fail.
...But fear ye not!
...That failure can be "magically transformed" into success, see? All you have to do on the back-end of failure is float the notion that it was just a test to show that you actually can abstain and now the test is over.
See? "I can quit anytime I want!"
...Though I've surprisingly not faced this [what would be] understandable criticism anywhere, it nonetheless nags at me a little. What am I doing, essentially creating what purports to be an authoritative gospel for kicking the bottle when I've been at it such a short time?
It smacks of unbridled exuberance—like when you're a kid and had your first beer. Or, you've discovered a hammer and so now, everything is a nail.
But that's just me and has always been me. Once I really get into something I take it up with a very rapid gusto so I can master the essentials, which is a process of shit-canning most of what's out there, leaving only the valid stuff. That's why most stuff is easier than it looks—or is purported to be by those seeking your money. They want you to think it's hard. Not to worry. They're here to help.
Those with the most just and valid reasons to ask you for compensation are those who are constantly simplifying, clarifying, and deconstructing for ease of implementation and better chances of success. Others continually complicate, obfuscate, qualify, manufacture exceptions, and issue rules that are self-serving, requiring endless guidance and management.
C'mon, look how simple I make shit: don't [eat, drink, or do X] too much, too often. What's amazing is how damn difficult it is to get out a simple message like that, undercutting all the abject bullshit. It's because it's perceived to be obvious, so of little value. Ironic, that, isn't it?
In most things being touted and marketed, "simple steps to..." are never simple. Rather, they are intentionally near to impossible. But all that will be laid out in the next release, at a good price...and so on.
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Which Diet Dogma is the Least Dogmatic?
— I stumbled across something today, read it, dropped a comment about it some other place, and then left it alone.

Until I couldn't.
I sat there eating my first food in 19 hours—courtesy of an almost daily fast—time restricted feeding, eating window, whatever— and looked down at my 159 baht ($4.15) plate of grilled pork and chicken, with mushroom sauce, green peppercorn sauce, mashed potatoes, smoked pork sausage, and grilled vegetables...then realized I'm eating something that many a diet zealot loves, and that another hates.
...What I'd seen was a head-shaking post by Amber O'Hearn recalling an experience with potatoes she hadn't touched so much as a bite of in over 2 decades. I seem to recognize the name, perhaps from the Paleo Daze—and apparently, she switched trains at the station at some point, in favor of a high-fat, low-protein keto/carnivore dogma approach.
Yep, I'm perpetually straddling dietary salvation and condemnation both, in nearly every meal—all of them falling short of either someone's dietary prescriptions or someone else's proscriptions. And on deeper sociological examination, isn't that part of of the point of different diets as such, and in the first place?
It starts with chocolate and vanilla...but oops, both are proscribed by some dietary catechisms, allowed only in moderation in others. And unless there's an Ice Cream DietTM, I don't know that either are prescribed anywhere...unless perhaps the chocolate is 70% or greater organic cacao and then it might fall under the grudgingly allowable for some. I digress.
I'll go into detail over Ms. O'Hearn's post, below.
So what constitutes the ideal inspiration for a jump-to-the-front blog post more than that? I mean, just look.

This was at my favorite place in Rawai, JeePhueng Phochana and Steak House, a hole-in-the-wall owned and operated by a trained-chef hubby & wife team who met while working in a fancy hotel restaurant on the island, pre-Covid. Unique in the world, a "Thai" restaurant that serves only Farang food, but at Thai-normal prices. It's less than 2km from my place, I've walked over and back a number of times. Every time I go I end up meeting Thai folks who've become Farang-food fans, as well as the astute Farangs, and the regulars, like myself.
My friend Jackie, for instance—a former 2nd-baseman for the Phillies way, way on back—eats there every day for lunch. Everyone says the same thing: 'love the prices but we come here because everything is so good!'
And then I thought about the dinners I cooked at home the last two nights and it's the same thing. Love & hate on the same plate, depending upon which dogmatic dietary perspective one pays homage to adheres to...practices. There. I fixed it.
Wait until you see those marvelous, mouth-watering photos. But first, the setup.
Two days ago I was in Lotus Fresh, a Seven Eleven-sized offshoot of the Tesco Lotus chain and I walked past the most beautiful pork filet I have ever seen in my life. And that's the truth. A good inch and 1/2 thick, perfectly marbled, with a thin strip of fat that would turn singed and succulent over a grill flame. I had to have it, though it would set me back 69 baht ($1.80). I pared it with a boiled potato and bathed the entire shebang in a tarragon chicken-stock reduction sauce, dusted with black pepper and cayenne for a wee bit of kick and a Lagasse BANG!
Then down the aisle, an equally attractive, thick chicken breast with its skin called to me at only half the price of the pork. So I got that too, for last night, and that lower-carbohydrate meal was paired with mixed stir-fried vegetables and garlic, tossed in unsalted butter. I did the same thing with tarragon and chicken stock, but added a smidgen of milk for a southern flair.
I trust you'll be able to tell which is which.
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Am I Writing About Hitting The Gym Again? Oh, Yes I Am…

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When I began to consider doing another workout or 'gym-post' yesterday—after a workout at Sun Fitness just a half-click walk from my hotel—I remembered that the gym was what lead me to Paleo and dieting in the first place, way way back in 2007; 15 damn years ago, at the age of 46.
Resistance Training
From my first post on the topic, May, 2007.
I will have much more to say about this in months to come, but it's becoming increasingly obvious to me that in terms of health and fitness, people have been suckered into a load of nonsense over the last 30 years with respect to the benefits of aerobics to the exclusion of all else.
Over four years ago, now, I embarked on a program of walking (briskly) every morning five days per week. I wanted to lose some poundage that needed losing, the dog needed walking anyway, and I like to walk. Well, 4,000 miles later (I was very religious about it, still am, and I enjoy it and intend to keep at it) I not only didn't lose any weight but probably put on about 20 lbs. This was three miles per day (about 45 minutes), fifteen miles per week, every week. If you think you're going to do much about an overweight problem with evening walks around the block you're probably fooling yourself.
What really got the ball rolling was a comment on the post. Long timers will know the prominent name in the LC, Paleo, and Evolutionary Fitness spheres.

Yep, it was Art De Vany. It was perfect, really. He had both a sensible fitness approach and a sensible dietary approach—both modelled after evolutionary principles. To this day and as far into the future as humans manage to remain genetically human, one cannot go wrong by simply adhering to his 'old' advice.
The test of time is baked into the cake.
And so I made lots of progress in both areas and in terms of the gym, I blogged about it frequently.
Leangains by Martin Berkhan
This all culminated in working with Martin Berkhan, creator of the Leangains Protocol, beginning in April of 2010. Martin's demeanor is as badass and no bullshit as is his 700# deadlift. I was using an experienced trainer at the time—one with an actual degree in exercise physiology—who took well to Martin's approach, helping rather than hindering.
Six months later and I was ready to do a series of posts about all of it.
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Mask Mandates: Huge Data In. Laughing My A*s Off.

Dumb sheep about covers it.
The weird thing—actually, criminal...but nobody will ever be prosecuted, much less executed for their crimes against billions which would be justice (we don't do justice, anymore)—is that the jab companies destroyed their own control groups who were participating in the clinical trials.
The justification given is that this shot was so damn effective and important (we now know that was a bald-faced lie and it's neither...and in some cases debilitating or deadly) that it would be unethical to not instanter give the real thing to the placebo control group.
So, tracks covered, it was time to just get on with the hyper-politicization, the hyper-marketing, the hyper-cheering, the hyper-politicization, the hyper-coercion, the hyper-lies, the hyper punishments, the hyper-shaming, the hyper-virtue-signalling, the... hyper-hype.
So, without an actual control group, what do you do?
You create one by enlisting 300K participants and then carefully select 18,500 out of those to be most representative of the general population.

That's what you do, since our Governmental and BigCorp Fascist Bedfellow Institutions are morally bankrupt and generally evil to the their core with no possibility of any redemption.
...It's WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO, NOW!
By creating a vastly diverse control group and having them answer questions monthly—compiling the data and then having it analyzed by a multinational independent group of professionals—we can get clues, in spite of inherent limitations in observational studies, because of the enormity of the dataset.
What The Data Covers
- Geographic Distribution of the Unvaccinated Communities
- Age Group and Gender
- Top Reasons for Not Receiving COVID-19 Vaccines
- Physical and Mental Health Status of the Unvaccinated Cohort
- COVID-19 infection before survey
- COVID-19 infection during five month period
- Severe illness situation of the infected respondents
- Self-administration of Vitamins and Medicines
- Mask-wearing Situation of Infected Respondents
- Discrimination Faced by Unvaccinated Control Group
- Job Losses for Participants of Working Age [You won't believe the holy-shit figures from Down Under]
- Mental Health Status of the Unvaccinated Cohort
While my focus with this post is mask-centric—for vitriolic scorn-heaping and shame-foisting opportunities—I'll also summarize the other data points for your convenience.
And oh, did you catch my massive 8,000-word post on Vladimir Putin's Historic Speech? Doc Michael Eades just told me the it was a real "stem-winder," which I had to look up.
US, mid-late 19th century, originally referring to then-recent stem-wind watches (invented in 1840s, commercialized initially 1850s by Patek Philippe & Co.). These were expensive, top-notch watches, hence generalized (1892) to “top-notch”, particularly applied to speeches, or to the orator in question. Non-speech senses later fell out of use. Nuance of “rousing” speech possibly by analogy with watch being wound up (“tighten by winding, excite, rouse”).
Tim Steele (of resistant starch and potato hack fame) and I have our first complete disagreement in comments...like 180 degrees different. Oh, well. It's cordial, of course.
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Visceral Chemistry Comes First When Women Size Up Men For Romance. What Comes Next?

If you ask me what the cover image is all about, juxtaposed with the title and in particular, the general subject: male-female physical attraction—"chemistry," as it were—I couldn't tell you. The truth is that I scrolled past the image last evening on National Geographic's Telegram Channel and when I just had to share it on my own channel feed, I prefaced it with "Now that's a Bad Ass church. Where can I join?"
So the answer is: hell if I know. It was a visceral attraction and perhaps when I went looking for stock cover photos for this post, this one came to mind and I just went with it, with no added thought in the matter.
...And who knows, really, why anyone is attracted to anyone, or anything, else? Why can one person's dream be another's nightmare? Can you even account for your own attractions and repulsions, fully? I can't. It's even worse than that, for, the older I get, the less I seem to know about it in any concrete fashion. Why do I really just simply like what I like, love what I love, and hate what I hate?
That's why, for instance, when I had the personal experiences that resulted in a video on the subject and a doozie, 3,000-word post with tons of images (The Secret For a Man: How To Get That Initial Positive Visceral Reaction From a Woman) I was deer-in-headlights mystified that such a thing existed and was easily managed. But it sure as hell does...and it kicks the shit out of anything else we're told that puts our ducks in a row and best foot forward for those initial encounters with the fairer sex.
Guys, put that first thing into practice and see for your own damn selves. I'm continuing to strive towards even bigger and better; and it's not disappointing.
I shouldn't even mention this next story because for sure it will utterly disgust some—which just eggs me on—but I've been casually meeting up with a young college student of 20, recently. She's halfway through her degree in economics, but doing an internship at a nearby Swiss owned & operated care home for older expats who want to live out their last years here, but require some assistance.
And before the disgusted and triggered ones wonder—but then presume anyway—how in the hell that happened—me and a 20-yr-old meeting up under auspices of "dating"—it was near total serendipity...and the rest is on her.
She'd already initiated by swiping-right on my profile in a phone app, when one late evening, her motorbike wouldn't start outside of a convenience store near my place. (I happened to require a few things at 23.30 so happened upon the trouble.
"Can I help you?"
I got the motorbike started lickedy split, 2nd kick. (Her battery was dead and she's not "full figured" enough to effectively kick the manual start).
...And while I did not fail to notice her sexy adorableness (my God!), I stopped short of doing anything beyond simply helping out the damsel in distress; going then on my merry way, good deed accomplished.
Minutes later, back at home, my phone went 'ding.'
There was a message via that phone app. Guess who? I scantly recalled that we'd had a brief text exchange a week or so earlier, after the right-swipe and "match." I didn't pursue it because at that hyper-young age, I figured she was probably a bar girl or freelancer. Nothing against that and I'm a fan sometimes, but it's not what I use the app for. I use it to meet young women who don't work in bars or freelance. If I'm in the mood for that, I'll just go to one of any number of girl-bars only minutes away.
So, in the broke-down motorcycle encounter, she had recognized me but I'd not recognized her.
She asked if I was that guy who just rescued her from certain demise (I embellish) and that if I am, she thanks me profusely. Not embellishing, but a direct quote:
"I have just finished work. You're like a god who really saved my life."
So, of course, we're now on a different terrain and you'd better believe I was going to explore that. I still didn't know her background of college, the internship, etc., but that was promptly forthcoming in subsequent texts.
The fist meetup was a few days later when she invited me to join her up at the windmill lookout at Nai Harn for sunset. She arrived first. There's a grass field sloping off downward toward the cliffs with a perfect aspect for sitting whilst watching the sun set. The difficulty was in there being quite a few people that evening, all facing out and I was behind, looking down the green field.
Rather than dweebishly text "I'm here, where are you?" destroying the serenity, I decided to think it through.
What sort of young woman—who's not that kind of working girl—would initiate and pursue a liaison with a man 41 years her senior?
'...It's gotta be that one right over there. A woman sitting on the grass alone...the one in the casual long dress and cute black boots...the only person amongst dozens sitting alone. Likely, a woman who thinks for herself.'
And Bingo!
She was perfectly demure and delightful from the first second and has continued to be. It wasn't five minutes and she was casually touching my forearm...which is always great when you like her too...terribly annoying when you don't, in that way.
There've been a couple of casual meetings since, and in fact, she just finished at the care home a bit early, 23.10, here. So this is a good time for a break. The arm caresses have persisted and damn do I love them.
...Oh, I almost forgot. She's pretty critical of the the whole Church & State thing—even dropping a couple of f-bombs when discussing it. Go figure. And, smart enough for college courses in economics rather than social studies...? Yea! She's doing the internship because she's considering a shift into medicine.
Finally, I have no illusions about any of this. Nor am I trying to come off as some Don Juan seduction expert. I'm merely writing and creating videos about experiences from a different land and culture where, in my view at least, they suffer from substantially less hang-ups than are prevalent, epidemic, and stifling—especially for men—in the West.
And i'm increasingly mindful of this:

And what's in it for her? Damned if I know, though there are clues. She's absolutely not clingy, needy, pestering, demanding, entitled, or scolding. ...Oh, wait... One little rebuke last Saturday night when she invited me to come join her and her sister at the same place, Vibes, where I have the 99 baht breakfast. A live band was playing so it was difficult to talk. I was using Google Translate on the phone, so as to not be shouting. She told me to put it down and just get close to her ear. And when I did, there she was grasping my forearm again as I would speak, as if to draw me closer.
...I'm now back to drafting after a short meet up with her, and then a much needed sleep for me. And so what happens but that I wake up and begin rethinking including this in the post. I could do without it, actually. I could save it for another post. While I know some will like and enjoy it—even chicks—so very many seem locked in their paradigms of what's "acceptable" behavior, and there's never any self-evaluation towards attempting an understanding of why they find completely consensual interactions such as this so abhorrent.
Why do they "cringe." What is the source of that? What values are they in pursuit of...taking actions for. Why do they use dismissive, unthoughtful words like "cringe" in place of actual integrations and arguments?
Why? Why? Oh why?
It's my observation that nearly the whole world—9 out of ten-ish—rely on authorities external to themselves rather than engaging in the process of discipline, thought, and self control required to assess and judge things on their own context, merits, and demerits.
Rather, I see a lot of "The [insert appropriate external authority] told me what to think and what to say." (god, book, law, priest, guru, government, president, king, judge, PhD, expert, and the list goes on...)
Florida lawyer and blogger extraordinaire, Jeff Childers, included a section in yesterday's Coffee & Covid apropos to this human failing to use one's own mind...beyond its more common usage of taking all efforts to assess what others think and say, such that one knows himself what to think and say.
I was attending some CLE yesterday and came across a perfect example of what I’ve been talking about since the beginning of the pandemic. File this story under “The Death of Expertise.”
So, I was watching a live continuing education program yesterday afternoon, a pretty good one actually, and the presenter — a 40+ year veteran trial lawyer — was going through his powerpoint on a particular type of civil rights litigation, when he got to his general pointers about jury selection.
Here’s one of the three main bullet points the presenter offered, after his long and successful trial career, about how to pick good jurors:
I bet the experts didn’t see THAT coming. Explaining his rationale, the presenter said something like, “I have nothing against people who think they are experts, but they tend to believe that just because they know a lot about ONE area, that means they should be able to tell everybody else what to think about everything. I much prefer common sense over expertise, when it matters.”
Indeed. When it’s life or death, or is about serious money issues, you’re better off with REGULAR FOLKS — not experts — on the jury. Even people with expertise in whatever the case is about! It’s not a knock against professionals. I know that a lot of our C&C army are professionals, and I bet they’d agree. I’m even in that group.
The points, neatly made in a single Powerpoint bullet, is that you can’t rely on experts to use common sense, and other people defer TOO MUCH to experts. We need to stop deferring to experts. They are valuable for giving us an informed opinion to consider, that’s all. You should feel free to reject expert advice if it doesn’t make sense to you.
...And with that, it's time to move into the meat of the subject. And that involves yet another story about a woman, but of a decidedly different nature and outcome. It's below the fold. It's a write up and an embedded video.
CHAPTERS
- 00:00 Introduction
- 00:32 The Thing Is...
- 00:50 The Pretty Lady
- 01:25 The Move
- 02:10 Oopsie; Where'd She Go?
- 03:46 Good For Me; For Her?
- 03:57 The Real Reason...
- 04:46 My Potty Mouth
- 05:02 What's The Question?
- 07:51 The Big Clue
- 09:13 The Video Chat
- 10:02 Saving Face
- 11:06 Financial Setback What To Do
- 12:02 Do I Fault Her?
- 12:18 But Wait... A Great Story
- 14:47 Not A Young Kid Anymore
A final note is that some-something absolutely made this all possible and I covered it—primarily for the guys—in the previous post. As I said or implied, it's a ridiculous advantage and any guy should be able to do it and see for themselves: The Secret For a Man: How To Get That Initial Positive Visceral Reaction From a Woman.
Do you really want to miss out on the substantially more important rest of the story? The foregoing introduction is 2,962 words. What follows is another 3,000 and it's kinda odd and strange, as I remark in the closing.
Read MoreThe Secret For a Man: How To Get That Initial Positive Visceral Reaction From a Woman

This post roughly falls under my series of posts, What Caused My 40% Hormone Increase? (I changed out the T-word in there because of the maternal spam filters...)
This was something I was informed of, but didn't think much about because I didn't have the problem.
Then, within a short time, I developed that specific problem and noticed a tremendous difference in my interactions with women, in a negative way.
Chicks were not approaching me or behaving towards me as I've enjoyed all of my adult life. Because of the very short time frame involved, I was able to form a hypothesis as to the cause and I took action immediately. This state of affairs will just not do.
Not at all.
...And to confirm that this untold, unknown secret was precisely at the root of the problem: then once I took the requisite actions, executing on those actions fixed the problem. All went back to normal. Here's a hint for the astute. That was taken Tuesday morning, 04:45, after arising 15-minutes earlier—my daily routine. Then it's work-work-work until 07.00, when I head over for the best Americano in Rawai / Nai Harn, then the 7km barefoot walk, and then a 2nd Americano.

So, I've been doing videos—a lot of videos—lately, so I did one on this problem and its solution. In my daily 90-minute walk, I can do about three videos, and this was one of them.
CHAPTERS:
- The manly motorcycle ride to the Windmill Viewpoint, no helmet
- The introduction to the talk
- Going it manly barefoot
- What gets women viscerally when they see a man, positive or negative?
- Shout out to Alexander Cortes
- The secret revealed
- Absolutely true! And from PERSONAL EXPERIENCE
- So here's the story part 1
- The laboratory
- They aren't approaching me, so who are they approaching?
- Now the rest of the story: the radical transformation and results
- What's next? Part 2, about what motivates women after the visceral or chemistry-box is checked

In addition to the video itself, I've put a lot into this post, as the next in the 40%-Increase series.
- Before pictures
- Photographic evidence of the precipitous weight loss in a short time
- After pictures from getting things right
- A transcript of the video with lots of added written commentary
And, last but not least—and most importantly—the food that's the mainstay of the rapid transformation!
Since I've been around the diet realm for so long, nobody, and I mean NOBODY does food and the pics like I do. BOTH aesthetically pleasing AND big-ass for the MAN in you (goes for some of the astute ladies out there, too). I present 29 amazing, mouth-watering, protein-targeted food pics that ought to be the envy of the entire getting-fatter-or-shrivelling-up dietary world. Those 29 recent food pics alone (all within the last month) and the hundreds like them distributed to members throughout the year is worth the price of a membership alone.
...Even my friend Mark Sisson doesn't (can't) do it like this. Do you know why? It's because his operation is heavily chick-centric and unfortunately, that includes at least tens of thousands of woke, virtue-signalling males. Consequently, most of his food pics are done by women, for women. Call it California Paleo, I guess. That's the vibe I get. But, bless The Sisson's Heart anyway.
I do food pics appropriate to men—and laddies who're of that very special, cherished minority. Recently, some of my publishing activity demographics have gone from a ratio of 92:8, men to women, to 98:2.
Sounds about right, sad to say. Of course, anyone who's been following along with everything I've been up to can likely guess the cause of that, and accurately so.
Simply put, I will tolerate nothing but a very healthy relationship with a woman. The vast majority of men are in profoundly unhealthy, castrating-like relationships with women. And one reason I like Thailand so much is the way women behave towards men...
So, grab yourself a premium, paid membership and get a move-on with my extreme productivity. You can skip 9 of 10 things I put up and it's still going to be a value. And if not, for you, then ending the relationship is a 1-click away, no questions asked.
Read MoreMy Totally Unconventional Alcohol Abstention Method That Defies Experts

A pretty short introduction to this one because I don't want any spoilers.
In other words, if you can't bother to watch the interesting 15-min video, then you get squat for this one. Sorry not sorry.
That said, it is a teentsy bit taxing to watch. I shot it yesterday at the Ya Nui beach, right up against the surf, with more than a light breeze.

Drop Alcohol and Work Out to Cure Loss of Appetite

I began digging into this loss of appetite thing that I previously posted about. Good idea to check out that post and watch the video as a prerequisite to this.
With suggestions from a couple of kind folks I began digging. That turned up a lot of possibilities but the ones that seemed the easiest to implement were dropping alcohol and working out, then see if the appetite begins to return.
So, I made a video about all of it.
You can go watch the video right here.
Below, for members, I'm adding adding premium content that includes a how it's going 2 days in. The focus is on the small positive things you can notice within a day of stopping and they build and get even better. This, provided you're one who drinks too much, too often, and on a near daily basis.
I also put up an embed of the video and a food pick from a meal just a bit ago. Oh, and a source for 50 of those before and after pics of folks who stopped. Absolutely amazing.
Read MoreI don’t like food anymore

I'm jumping ahead by a video. I've recently been doing a lot of videos in order to boost my YouTube Channel into the monetization realm, which is where they share their ad revenue. Getting there requires subscribers and watch hours. If you'd like to help a guy out, subscribe to my channel and watch my videos...or at least the ones that look like you might want to check out. Everything counts, so even if you watch for only a few minutes, it's all chalked up. Doesn't matter how you watch in terms of mobile, on YouTube, or embed. Liking and sharing is a bonus. Thank you.
I'm jumping ahead and over the one I had planned for the day because I want to put it out there immediately, owing to my audience being so food and diet centric still.
I don't want to do too many spoilers, but I can expound upon the subject matter. For a good while I have lost the basic desire for food—a desire all of us are familiar with. Sometimes, I'm hungry as hell but dread having to eat and I often put it off and put it off. I've lost count of the times I choked something down because I know I need the protein and micro-nutrition.
One 2nd to last thing. In the video, I recount being not too desirous of the food offerings spread out at 2 birthday parties I attended last night. I named 2 exceptions at the 2nd one: the plain fried rice and watermelon. I forgot to mention the exception at the first one: baked potatoes, cut in half, then infused slightly with garlic butter. If I had it to do over again, I'd have just had 4 halves instead of 1, dispensed with everything else.
Finally, here's the link to the CCTV footage of me being knocked out cold which could be relevant, or not. I don't know.
Read MoreThe Arrest of Jimmy Moore For Underage Sex
UPDATE: LC-Keto Jimmy Moore Pleads Guilty; Sentenced To 20 Years There are 7 charges, all the same. “Carnal knowledge” is an archaic legal term for sexual intercourse. Presumably, she, was 13-14 years old at whatever time this took place (I’ve seen claims it was late 2019). The 3+ years older means that when underage per……...
Read MoreScience as a Candle in the Dark

It has been many decades since certain areas of science have become institutionalized and politicized.
You thought it was bad then. I can think of two areas primarily where science has been under assault.
- Ecological science
- Health science, particularly obesity, diabetes, heart disease
And then Covid came along, then the assault against early treatments, then the experimental mNRA drugs and who knew it could get this bad?
Read MoreResistant Starch Content of Foods; Other Anecdote and Miscellania
— Prepare for a no-BS dietary epiphany; scare quotes are the clue I’m very confident in guaranteeing that by the time you finish this post, you will: How could you have missed it? Well, it kinda turns out that we’re all a lot more ideological, biased, and confirmation-seeking than we care to admit. Even worse,……...
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