No matter your reason—increased levels of health, longevity, reducing cancer risk or just looking great in a bathing suit—your goal should be the same…
Many diets are great at reducing weight… but the dramatic transformations can only happen when you correct the body’s composition. Weight loss can come from the loss of body fat, water loss, using up the body’s carbohydrate stores or — the most hazardous of all — muscle loss. The amount of muscle mass you keep is the largest determinant of resting metabolism and one of the biggest factors affecting dieting success.
And I know how it feels when you’re fed-up, frustrated, and just looking for a solution that actually produces results. Trust me… my journey started when I was 13… more on that in a minute.
I had tried many times before to get lean but, in spite of intense diet and exercise… I never achieved those washboard abs. My former fat self couldn’t shake the last bit of fat.
At the time, the only diet I knew that had any hope of getting me to those ultra low levels of body fat was ultra-low carb, high-fat and high-protein.
Most bodybuilders at the time were doing the typical low-fat diet, but from my exhaustive study, I found that high levels of dietary fat are essential for preserving as much muscle as possible while losing the greatest amount of body fat.
I ate nothing but eggs, ground beef, chicken, cheese and oils and the fat was starting to melt off…slowly. But then it happened…
Sticking to my diet became more and more difficult after the first week. But I hung in there a total of five weeks. I was tired, lethargic and hated life. Then, late one night, I had a run in with a couple of dozen donuts.
The smell of those warm, fresh donuts overwhelmed my willpower and I slipped into a mindless feeding frenzy. Within minutes, two boxes of donuts disappeared. After emerging from the zombie-like state, I curled into the fetal position, moaning with a stomach ache that lasted the rest of the evening.
I woke up the next morning and recommitted to my ultra low-carb diet. But then it happened. As I walked by the bathroom mirror I got a glimpse of the damage.
At first I could see there was definitely a little bloating, but otherwise the damage was minor. So I returned to my routine of meats, cheeses and oils.
Then it happened. The next day, all signs of the donut disaster disappeared. But the third day for the first time ever I could finally see my abs, plus I was ahead of schedule—further along than I’d ever dreamed.
You see I’m no stranger trying to decipher my personal fat code. In fact, my journey started when I was 13.
I’ll never forget when a classmate looked me straight in the eyes and said, in…