The slots weren’t paying out today.
The wife wanted to go down to Kickapoo, a casino down in Eagle Pass, and blow off a little steam. She faired as well as I did. And by that I mean she lost money as well. Like I said, the slots weren’t paying.
I should talk about the bet.
Okay, so I’ve been doing the Carnivore Diet since February. Have lost almost forty pounds, feel great, and my cholesterol is down twenty points. In fact, yesterday I went and bought a couple of pair of pants. Moved down from a thirty-eight waist to a thirty-four waist. So there’s been a lot of progress. A couple of hiccups here and there, but for the most part the Carnivore Way of Eating is working.
The Kid and the Wife are pretty critical of the diet.
The Kid is playing football and I’ve tried to encourage him to cut down on his carbs. Even though he’s playing football, he thinks that by eating junk he’ll get this great physique. That’s not how it works, I tell him.
A little while ago The Kid and I went to the movies. I grabbed a water. He grabbed some gummy sugary snack off the rack.
And I was just messing with him when I said, “hey, how’s it going to feel when your old man has a better physique than you?”
The Kid smiled, “that’s not going to happen.”
“You keep eating those,” I pointed to the bag Sour Patch worms, “and it might happen.”
That’s when the idea for The Bet popped in my head. My Carnivore Diet versus the diet and exercises his coaches and most everybody else thinks they need to be healthy.
If I win, he has to commit to the Carnivore for Six Months, no cheating. If he wins, then I have to buy him a pair of four hundred dollar shoes. We’re going to run our labs and go by physique. Maybe some other marker, but right now we don’t know. The final tally is going to be the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. About two months away.
This is a win-win for me. I want The Kid off sugar. For me sugar is the devil and pretty much responsible for many of the crap that makes us sick. Sugar is worse than tobacco. What makes sugar worse is that its okay to feed to our kids. So a couple of days after we had made the bet, someone had offered The Kid a cookie in front of me. He declined, shaking his head at me. He got it. Either way, I win. He’ll be off sugar trying to beat me and if he loses, he goes Carnivore.
So now, I need to get my ass in gear. I figure I’ve got sixty days not only to lose more weight, but to get a physique. It’s doable, so I need to get shredded.
I’ve got another idea about this, but I’ll do a little work on it tomorrow.