I'm 60.
I'm done
being fat.

I've been doing the gain-weight, lose-weight, gain-it-back dance for longer than I care to admit. Diet on, diet off. Scale up, scale down. Pant size up, pant size down. I'm 60 now, and I look at that pattern and I think — that can't be healthy. Nobody's body was designed to be jerked around like that for forty years.

Here's the thing though. About 13 years ago, in my late forties, I did Atkins. Properly. And it actually worked. The weight came off, my head was clearer, I wasn't hungry every two hours. Life got in the way and I drifted, the way you do. But I never forgot how that felt.

So I'm going back to that same idea, in its 2026 form: Keto. Get my body off the sugar rollercoaster, back onto fat as fuel, and stop pretending willpower is the answer when biology is the question. I'm doing it in public — here, and on every channel I can find — because if you're tired of the same cycle, maybe it's easier with someone else doing it at the same time.