Grandfather Weight-Loss Plan v1.0

Grandfather Weight-Loss Plan v1.0

Let’s pivot. Yeah.

This has never been a sponsored blog. It almost was, once, but that didn’t quite work out, and not for a lack of effort, mind you. So, I’m left with a new path to follow and while it feels sort of a lack-luster, trendy thing to do, I’ve decided to bring you all along for my no-nonsense guide to this Fat Man Caving’s experience with GLP-1 drugs. There will be no brand dropping or advice on navigating the wreck that is prescription medication laws, just a guide from day one on to the day I can fit back into those Dickies that my wife hates on me.

Watch this again and tell me I'm not marching
 off to a surprise copay just before the cemetery. 

I know. I know.

Somewhere in the distance, I can already hear the keyboards clacking, sms servers humming and the sigh-laden eye-rolling.

"Weight-loss drugs are for suckers."

"Just have some discipline."

"Looks like somebody found the easy button."

Eh. Yawn. Go back to Instagram, sucker. I literally don’t have time for that kind mediocre effort.

Let me lay out some truths to my lived experience of a half century of observing the nature of society, humanity and mortality:

1. Nobody is on your side.

Drug companies do not have a vested interest in your health. That's obvious, but when one plots ‘the long game’ in addressing a society of perpetual obesity, the target margin becomes shockingly clear… and profitable.

Likewise, insurance companies aren't exactly your friends either, but they do have a deep stake in not paying for your heart attack, diabetes, sleep apnea, knee replacement, stroke, or funeral.

2. Our bodies are still running old software, and our hardware never got the memo.

Farming made calories portable thousands of years ago. That was a tremendous advantage when winter, drought, famine, and war were regular visitors.

Today? We have ceremonial, stylized tribal conflict, drive-throughs, vending machines, and enough shelf-stable calories to survive several seasons of your favorite post-apocalyptic series, waiting for a LARP culture to embrace the end of the world.

Much of what we carry around our waistlines is stored exactly the way our ancestors intended: for later. Like a jar of pennies shoved into a kitchen drawer, we think that we might need them someday. We probably won't.

3. This is not a retreat from keto.

Quite the opposite. Carbs are cheap. Times are hard. I am fat. Those three facts can coexist peacefully in the same universe. And they do, centered at my desk whilst I save the world one server at a time, every day. And if I want to keep and build upon the muscle I have, protein, fats and greens are going to be key. Like I had a problem with that... 

I remain convinced that humans are poorly adapted to the modern processed-food environment. My views on ketogenic eating have not changed. What has changed is my willingness to admit that brute force and stubbornness are not always enough.

In a way, I see this class of medication as the proverbial ‘bullet that hit the other bullet’ – a course correction that drowns the noise and fills the cracks rotted in to us, from birth by easier times than we care to admit exist and the plague of instant gratification. And as long as flour, sugar, and corn remain kings of both the marketplace and the dinner plate, we will continue to manufacture entirely preventable diseases at industrial scale. We are simply over filling our tanks with fuel we weren’t designed for. 

End of story.

4. I WILL watch my grandson grow old.

And I will be there for his 50th birthday to embarrass him with stories of caving, booger picking, poking things with stick and his embarrassing first date. This is as non-negotiable as was my will against the Gifford-Pinchot's attempt to keep anything bigger than a pothole out of my grasp. 

So tomorrow I begin the first leg of this journey, with a no nonsense reflection, updated as regularly as I can manage.

Stay tuned – or – Keep up!

-ZB

** The preceding words are a record of my personal journey and are not intended to replace or circumvent any recommend guidance provided by your health care provider. Before starting any life changing endeavor, such as a diet and/or exercise regimen, please start by having an honest conversation with your doctor. Links and references to products and services are unaffiliated - I don't make a dime from this blog. Don't be stupid - always be over prepared and never hike or cave alone. Oh and please don't ask for cave locations. Believe me, if I can find them, so can you. © 2026 by me, not you and not them**


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