Apr 9, 2014

Dried blood was caked along my arm. I could barely raise my elbow up to a 45 degree angle and my hip joints refused to lift my own leg weight higher than a few inches off the ground.

I had a ridiculous grin on my face when I woke up this morning.

Last night I set aside the pads and blocker and played my very first game as a skater since PeeWee hockey circa 1975. The MONEYSHOTS were 1-10 with just two games left in the season and I asked my team mates if anyone had a problem with me skating out. Nobody did.

Paul Hiett (left), Me (right)
Moments before the game. He didn't know he was
standing so close to greatness.
I spent the week prior to the game gathering up used player gear- hand me downs and castoffs from various hockey friends who helped me piece together what I needed. I decided to try out all this foreign equipment, including the strange objects called player skates, at a Stick n Puck. I was wobbly and didn't dazzle anyone at the local rink but I also found out I could mostly skate around without falling, could handle the puck enough to move it around the ice and had a good enough wrist shot to get the puck up in the air with some force given I wasn't off-balance. Good enough! The next night I'll play.

The game was now underway and I'm on my third shift of the night. At left wing I'm playing too deep in our defensive zone and lagging the play when we have a rush but I'm still skating pretty well and trying to get myself into the mix. We move the puck into the other team's zone and there's a battle for possesion near the corner of the net. As I move through the slot, the puck finds its way onto my stick and in a blur I wrist it high blocker side on the goalie.

I honestly have almost no memory of the goal beyond a flash of seeing the puck hit the back of the net but I do clearly recall my celebration after. In some weird combination of Rocky-esque air punching and riding my stick between my legs, I whooped and hollered my way across center ice.

I had netted my very first goal and screw everything, I was celebrating! My team mates grinned and laughed. Who the hell gets lucky enough to score in their 3rd shift ever?

I had a couple of scoring chances the rest of the game but ultimately we lost 4-1. I felt a little sheepish scoring our team's only goal of the night. I took a hard tumble and landed on my elbow sometime in the second period- nobody had showed me how to properly wear elbow pads. The result was a nasty cut and a bloody jersey. I used muscles I've never used before playing in net and this morning I'm moving around at the pace of a 70 year old. Still I've got a ridiculous grin that won't go away.

I don't have any plans to leave my tending behind or even skate out full-time for any of my teams. I guess I just wanted a taste of what it's like on the other side of the scoresheet. I've also gained a greater respect for the difficulty of positioning and the effort it takes to create a scoring chance. That's something that will stay with me between the pipes. Maybe I'll be a little less hard on the guys in front of me.

I came back to hockey. I am the Ancient Netminder. But for one night I was a goal scorer.

Mar 31, 2014

For those of you familiar with the 1945 Billy Wilder film adaptation of THE LOST WEEKEND, you'll remember the story of Don Birnam, a raging alcoholic who goes on a weekend bender of epic proportions. His weekend is followed by a stint in rehab where a counsellor tells Birnam the truth about his alcoholism.
There isn't any cure, besides just stopping. And how many of them can do that? They don't want to, you see. When they feel bad like this fellow here, they think they want to stop, but they don't, really.
I am feeling bad and its not just the wear and tear of 4 games in 24 hours- my own Lost Weekend. It's not the 148 shots or the dozen breakaways or the blown defensive plays or soft goals I let in. It's not the soreness in my hips and knees or the muscle cramps through the night. I'm feeling bad because of the score and the losses. All four of them.

Some of them were close and some were blow outs and in every game I feel like I just couldn't do enough. Not enough saves, too many mistakes and not finding a way to elevate my teams to win by giving an inspiring performance by their goaltender.

I know what my goalie coach will say. I know what most of my team mates will say. "You did your best." "We let you down man." "Thanks for showing up." "You made some good stops." None of those welcomed and best intentioned comments change my mood.

What's the cure for the irrational competitiveness? What's the cure for wanting to put myself in a position of constant and glaring failure. What's the cure for wanting to be a goaltender?

There isn't any cure, besides just stopping.

I'm not stopping.

Mar 23, 2014

My D4 team, The Jokers, were gutted this season. We lost 4 of our top players after they were forced to move up a division, leaving us to re-rack with new players that are still learning and developing their hockey skills.

We've only managed one win after 6 games and for the most part we've been outmatched and not very competitive.

In the locker room last night, spirits weren't particularly high before the game so I did my best to get the Jokers fired up. In mock fashion I demanded everyone work to get me my first shutout of the season. I saw smiles and faces relax as we headed to the ice. Maybe even some belief.

The game began and I was focused and fresh despite playing an game earlier that night- demanding my old body to rise to the challenge.

After handling a couple of routine shots, the score was 0-0 three minutes in the first period when an opposing winger dumped the puck softly into our zone as they went for a change. I saw my defenseman heading behind the net to pick up the puck when I heard him shout, "Watch it!".

There were no opposing players in our zone and nobody but my own defense skating inside our blue line.

The whistle blew. Opposing players at center ice whooped, "GOAL!"

I stood there dumbfounded as the referee skated over and said, "I've only ever seen that one other time".

The puck had skittered along the corner boards and found something akin to a worm hole that took the puck on a mind-blowing angle towards my post. The puck had glanced off my right skate blade and into the net. All while I stood looking towards center ice.

So much for the shutout.

We ended up losing 5-1 with a couple of garbage goals late. Our team was outmatched and not very competitive. We played on our side of center for three quarters of the game but I wonder had that first goal not broken the laws of physics and put them up 1-0 whether the game would have played out differently.

I give credit to my Jokers who worked hard through the third period but sometimes you have to laugh or cry when the hockey gods don't smile on you.

Last night we all smiled because this is beer league hockey and I'm an Ancient Netminder.

Mar 1, 2014

The second goal came off my defenseman's stick, rolled up his arm and rocketed into the top corner of the net, putting us down 2-1 with ten minutes left in the third.

I'd played pretty sloppy hockey all night- not finding the smooth movement I've been working on and improving over the past month or two. I struggled my way through the game and managed to keep most of the garbage out of the net. Now we were down a goal and things weren't looking good with our team on the penalty kill.

I watched as one of my wingers picked up the puck on our blue line and put on a coast-to-coast exhibition of beer league hockey at its best, finishing with a two move deke to draw us even late in the third.

Overtime solved nothing and now I had a chance to steal the win for my team. We'd won two straight to open the season at 3-1 after a winless previous season. I wanted to keep the winning streak alive.

After making three easy stops against three shooters, the fourth round began with a push off the crossbar to meet the advancing player making his way toward the net.

Now I'm pin-wheeling my arms wildly with my feet doing a reasonable impersonation of the River Dance. Somehow I'd caught an edge with my left skate and I was within a whisker of losing my balance and landing on my ass. I felt panic as I watched the shooter, who I'm sure was as surprised as I was, lining up for a shot at an empty net.

With mere feet to go before the shooter got to the crease, I somehow managed to lunge my body in the general direction of the net and drop to attempt a save.

The puck found the back of the net. 3-2 loss.

I've allowed goals in almost every way imaginable in the year since returning to the net and now I can mark another variation off the list- losing my balance and almost going ass-over-tea-kettle during a shootout.

I don't remember the post game hand shake or packing my gear in the locker room but I'm having no problem replaying that shootout nightmare.

Playing net is a humbling experience and I was reminded of that again last night.

Dec 30, 2013

It has been a year since I began my journey back to hockey and goaltending and I can honestly say its been the most thrilling, rewarding and frustrating ride of my life.

Before I go on, I need to make a point to thank my wonderful girl, Amy. Nobody has ever been more supportive and tolerant of any endeavor of mine. She's put up with the financial hurdles, listened to my endless tales of despair and helped raise me back up time and time again. Thank you darlin' for all you do.

With a year under my belt, the timing of this entry couldn't be a better bookmark in my return to the ice after 25 years. This past weekend, I wrapped up my first tournament with a championship in a 30-and-over round robin at one of my local rinks.

I wriggled my way onto "Team Canada" and we went undefeated against 3 other teams through the round robin and medal round to take the gold.

It was an amazing experience because of the mix of skills and talent on the teams. At times I felt the warm, comforting glow of having top-notch defense in front of me and offensive players who could find the opposing net and build leads. For every beginner goalie playing on bad beer-league teams, playing for a skilled team sometimes feels far away but trust me, when it happens it's like being wrapped up in a blanket of hockey awesomeness.

Winning the championship was even more satisfying because our last opponent chose to add several high-level players (ringers) to the roster for the final game. One of these players managed 5 of the 6 goals in regulation and also scored in the shootout. I'm still puzzled how the tournament organizers allowed the roster additions for the final game but I'm learning this isn't as uncommon as it might sound.

So on Saturday night I held a hockey trophy in my hands for the first time in roughly three decades and tried to put into perspective my year-long journey that began with a bag full of ancient goalie gear and a body more suited to beer pong than hockey. I've put in a lot of work on the ice, changed my lifestyle and dropped over 50 pounds and re-learned the basics of playing one of the most challenging position in sports.

It's been a fantastic year that includes introducing my best friend to the game and playing on teams together and maybe a chance that my Amy could one day lace up the skates and join us.

I still have so far to go in my journey with new goals ahead and the challenges every ancient netminder faces but I couldn't be more thrilled with what lies ahead.

Nov 21, 2013

I have been wandering the wilderness of beer league goalies for some time now. This summer and fall I've been playing average to poorly on average to poor teams. Yes, there have been a few bright spots but for the most part I've felt a little lost.

Last night I finally managed to find a break in my game schedule to attend a skills camp at one of my local rinks. I've been keen to get out because of a man I met at a party in October. His name is Bill Ivey. Bill is an old, salty character who has played and coached for years- including some high level goalies- and he instilled more knowledge in my goaltending database than any time since I lost my goalie coach way back in April.

I would have thought that the best Bill could offer me were a few minor tweaks to my technique and maybe some insight into the game of angles but boy, was I wrong. Just a few samplings of what Bill was able to bring to light include;

 Skate & stance

Having grown up playing stand-up, I had to learn an entirely new stance for the butterfly and I thought that was one of the solid parts of my "new" game. It turns out I have been missing a huge element which is my skate position. Even though my stance is wide and my pads create a 'V', I've been standing on top of my skates with the blade perfectly perpendicular to the ice. I should have the boot angled over on a 45 degree with my cowling almost making contact with the ice. This change makes my pushes much stronger, my movement quicker and almost eliminated the upper body bobbing I was doing when pushing parallel to the crease. In only a few minutes of drills I realized what a huge difference this will make to my mobility and net coverage.

Lead with the stick, Lead with the gloves

I've been pretty lazy with my stick position when moving. Simple instruction from Bill has turned me into a "where the stick goes the body will follow" guy. In only a few minute of drills, my movement was crisper and my preparedness for the shot was greatly increased. No longer was my stick face flopped somewhere to my right when I arrived for the shot. It's now on the ice and covering the 5-hole. Leading my "T" pushes with my gloves also instantly put me in better balance and took some of the slop out of my initial move. I expect to see improvement here in the coming months.

 Stick hand position

Bill had me take my stance and drop into my butterfly. I have always felt that one of my strengths is that  I don't collapse my upper body when I drop and that my stick remains firmly centered. Bill immediately pointed out that my hand and arm position- while keeping my stick out front was creating a huge six hole under my elbow. By pushing the blade out further, angling it to 45 degrees and pulling my elbow into my side, I was not only reducing double blocking but virtually eliminating my six hole. It also puts my arm in a much stronger position make a stick save.

I realize this is a lot of technical talk that bores many of you so left me finish by saying how excited and almost re-born I feel by finding Bill and starting a new journey of education and improvement.

Just when I was feeling resigned to my level of play, I now have set my sights on greater things.

Oct 23, 2013

I lost my temper. My head was filled with nothing but a buzzing and my throat was closing with that pressure that only comes from a build-up of anger. I looked for something to take it out on- any excuse to let it come pouring out. At that point it could have easily been an opposing player who looked at me sideways. Instead it came out with one, wild swing of my stick against the corner glass and a blast of expletives directed at my defenseman- who happens to be my good friend. Both actions resulted in an echo that rang across the rink.

Final score 9-2 loss.

Oh look! A cute little fawn.
It's been 10 months since I came back to hockey and even through those first couple of painful, confused months I hadn't ever lost my composure like I did in this game. Not only had I allowed 9 goals, I discouraged my team mates with my ever-increased barking about errors throughout the game which climaxed with my outburst on the ice after the 9th puck crossed the goal line.

What's going on?

I've lost by 7 or more goals before. I've allowed as many goals before. So why did last night's loss take my competitive nature beyond what's reasonable for beginner hockey?

It's never one thing is it.

1. For the past month or so, playing on three different teams of varying skill & talent levels, I've felt my confidence growing and my skills improving. Even through losses, my take away was positive and I could focus on my improvements while identifying trouble areas. I felt I was on the right side of the curve. Last night after the 4th of 5th clean shot got past me, I could feel that confidence slip away. I was back to being a fraud- even for a beginner goalie.

2. It felt like my team let me battle alone and I might have caused it to happen. I try to encourage my guys on the ice- especially my defenseman after a good clear, pass breakup or the rare back check. I also shout out the best option for puck play in our zone. I do that because I see the entire ice while they're focused on the puck and trying not to trip over their own skates. Last night my building frustration at the goal count and my directions being ignored, my attitude became less encouraging and more negative. What should I expect when I'm being a loud-mouthed ape shouting at my own players for mistakes? The result was almost no support around the net, bad clearing passes onto the opponent's sticks and slumped shoulders and apologies.

3. My expectations are getting out of alignment. This is adult beginner league hockey. I'm a 47 year-old marketing professional, not a hockey player. Everyone on the ice last night is there to have fun, compete and keep their beer belly in check. I often scoff at the odd league player who decides he's going to be a bully and drop his gloves for a fight against some guy who works a warehouse job by day, I need to turn that around and look inward. I need to realize that letting my competitiveness and emotions get away from me isn't that different than the guy who wants to fight someone in beginner hockey.

So there you have it, gentle reader. The goalie's soul laid open for all to see. An inside look at what leads to your beginner goalie swinging a stick at the glass and discouraging his own players with outbursts.

Maybe learning the butterfly won't turn out to be the hardest lesson to learn.

Sep 25, 2013

This entry is really just an excuse to post some recent photos Amy took of me on the ice. So if you want to skip the filler text, just scan the photos and call it done.

The fall seasons are underway here in North Texas even though the high temperature still hovers around 95 degrees every day. I'm currently on the roster of three teams - all of which can be classified as lower/middle 'D' level.

The Money Shots- This is my second season with this team and we have a revamped roster of younger, faster players. We've also got one hell of a ringer. A high 'B', lower 'C' player who can skate circles around anyone on the ice and almost score at will. To his credit he plays defense and dishes off the puck at every opportunity. Despite this I think his days are numbered with the League Director getting complaints against him playing down.

The Spitfire- A new team for me and a team that is transitioning names, roster and players from an existing team. I can clearly tell they are in a building mode and are unlikely to be very competitive this season. Still, a new group of guys - and 3 gals! - to meet and get to know.

The Jokers- Another new team for me and a terrific group of players who genuinely seem enthusiastic to have me join. It might be less about my play and more about them having to use 4 different goalies last season. In any case we are off to a good start and this team feels like one I could stick with long term.

What Does Your D-Man Do That Frustrates You?

I found a great thread on Reddit this week that lists some of the things that drive goalies insane. Member Blackmars0 chipped in with a great contribution about defenseman;
  • Putting sticks on shots trying to block them. The opposing forward is trying to do this, not you. They call them "deflections" and they're really hard to stop.
  • Not covering the front of the net. Always leave one d-man there to take away rebounds or clear traffic.
  • Leaving too much space between shooters and themselves. Basically giving the opposing forwards a free screen to shoot through.
  • Not committing to a forward coming in. This happened to me in my last league game. Two D-men were back, one opposing forward came flying up through centre ice. Both D-men started moving in to cut him off, and then stopped and looked at each other. Both of them were waiting for the other to commit to the guy and try and shut him down. The end result was he split the D just over the blue line and had all kinds of time to do a triple deke and then roof the puck top corner on me.
  • Bad pinches. Bad pinches everywhere. The opposing blue line. The neutral zone. Everywhere. I've had D-men pinch down to below the opposing goal line and then get caught trying to be fancy with it, having the puck stripped off them, and then not getting back into position. Makes me angry just thinking about it.
  • Passes from the corner/behind the net through the slot. So many of these are picked off and put in the back of the net. Goddamn.
  • Trying to deke through a forechecker instead of making a good pass out of the zone. Especially when they're the last man back.

Finally, the reason for today's entry... pictures of me!

These players must be small because I look gigantic here.

Im happy with my setup and being at the top of the crease.

The action shot! Good stick position but get that glove higher.

At least I fill up a lot of net.

Sep 13, 2013

I am not a definitive voice on goaltending instruction. I may not even be a good representation of an over-the-hill, beer league goalie. But for those of you not schooled in the dark arts of goaltending (and by that I mean stupid enough to spend your ice time having pucks whipped at you) you may have wondered what's going through the mind of a goaltender as a breakaway unfolds.

0.0 seconds

I'm standing, relaxed at the top of my crease watching the play in the far end. I try and see who's on the ice both for my team and theirs and pick out the stronger ones on the opposing team and the weaker on mine. I'm also watching how the puck possession battle is going and if by some rare occurrence my team might have a good opportunity to score. I'm doing all this as a kind of threat assessment exercise.

There's any number of events that lead to a break away but one of the most common on my teams is a bad pinch by my defense. Sometimes its a pure blue line pinch in an attempt to keep the puck in the offensive zone. Other times its a loose puck near center ice where the puck squeezes by my team mate and onto the stick of the enemy. In any case, my threat meter pegs at the top and my mind shifts gears immediately.

0.5 seconds

I've already concluded that none of my players will reach the puck carrier in time to avoid the breakaway and I've started my prep. Glide out from the crease towards the blue line. Squaring up to the path of the inbound player. Check my pad alignment with a tap from each hand.

1.0 seconds

I've reached the furthest point away from my net now and I'm making small adjustments to try and keep my angle square between the net and the player. I'm crouching down now. Getting low to the ice and trying to setup a stable inverted 'V' with my pads.

1.5 seconds

I can't hear anything. All sound disappears. I don't hear my breath or some Hollywood slow motion heartbeat. I'm simply not aware of any sound. My peripheral vision will pick up if any of my players are catching up and causing a change in the puck carrier's vector toward the net. I'm trying to gauge how fast he is. I try and note which hand he shoots.

2.0 seconds

The enemy is approaching to my left and he's reached my blue line. I feel my eyes are really wide and trying to focus. I'm not aware of anything except the shooter now. I'd call it a "Zen" state but in reality I can feel the anxiety. Short bursts of conscience thoughts go off like fireworks; "Challenge him!" "Don't fail" "Don't bite on the first move" but these are coming and going in a blur as no time has passed. I've started to retreat now. Beginning an unconscious task of trying to match his forward momentum with mine.

3.0 seconds

He's committed to his approach now. He's going to come in on my left. I'm squaring up. Little pushes with my skate. Again and again. Staying low. Check my glove hand. Is it high and out front? Feel my leg position. Am I balanced and butterfly ready?

The Deadzone

Sometimes the next moment passes so quickly, everything I am about to do happens by instinct- right or wrong. A save - or not - occurs so quickly and through such a heavy fog that I seem to awaken from a sleep to the feel of the puck hitting me or hearing the shooter cheer.

On nights when I'm playing my best, time seems to slow down to a crawl. I see his stick. I see the puck on his stick. He's on his forehand. "Is he shooting?" I'm moving back. He's running out of time. "Is he shooting?" My glove is high. The puck is moving off his blade. He's moving to his backhand. My feet are moving.

I think he's moving to his backhand. I can feel my weight shifting to my outside leg- loading up for the push. "Don't commit!" He doesn't shoot. He begins to cut across towards the middle. I've started shifting the other way now and the puck is on his backhand.

I push and drop into my slide. "He's too fast!" "You didn't match his speed" I can feel the cold of the ice and he flashes across in front of me. All the emergency signals in my mind and body fire at once as I push my right leg behind me while I'm going prone to the ice. I'm stretched out fully prone on the ice now and I wait. Can he lift his backhand over my pad?

Will I feel the puck hitting me or hear the shooter cheer?


Of course, every scenario is different and the variables endless. I often feel overmatched by the speed of the rushing player and am equally often embarrassed by biting on an early move. I try to stick to the basics; Challenge, Square Angles, Match Momentum.

I can tell you that the whole experience is one of isolation, thrill, exuberance and defeat. On any given night and on any given break away.

Aug 15, 2013

I'm frustrated.

Playing for two different 'D' league teams these past few months there's a trend of me giving up between 7 and 10 goals every game. With no signs of this changing, my frustration level is growing with each game.

Are my teams bad because I'm a bad goalie or am I a bad goalie because I'm on bad teams?

This is a puzzling question. After each loss, I lie awake in bed replaying the goals in my head, looking for common denominators- looking for answers.

1. Short benches- more times than not, we've got less than two lines of forwards and 3 defenseman. The result is a chart that looks something like this;

2. Opponent Pressure & Shots- the obvious result of this energy output crash is my teams spend more and more time in our own zone as the game goes on. With no ability to break out and an offensive rush, it becomes a shooting gallery. In one of my leagues, I've faced almost 30 more shots than the next closest team with almost 100 more than the third team in that category.

3. I resemble a manatee after the save- It's been a few months since I first started working on my butterfly pushes but yet my brain is not clicking in game action. Time and time again, I drop down for a save and watch helplessly as the rebound goes towards an opponent's stick while I remain frozen in position, making some type of swimming/bounce motion with legs. Nothing resembling the butterfly push I complete in practice.

*Author's interpretation
So its not as cut and dry as pointing the finger at my team or accepting all the blame for a GAA north of 7. In fact, it's all of the above and more. It's lack of experience and skills. It's age. It's luck. It's a team.

Hockey is a team sport. I'm on bad teams because I've been playing adult hockey for 8 months. My teams have me on the roster because they're a collection of aging beginners, skating and playing their best. I've got to accept my share but no more and try to enjoy the time on the ice- no matter the score.

Aug 6, 2013

Last night as I was dressing for another on-ice skills session- a weekly camp hosted by my local rink- the Hockey Director came up and asked me if I could help out a guy who was coming out for the first time. He was interested but hadn't ever played.

A half hour later as I stood waiting for the Zamboni to finish up I spotted a young, lanky guy wandering around with nothing but a new box of skates tucked under his arm. I spoke with him and, sure enough, here was the new goalie. He said the Hockey Director told him he could borrow some equipment and come out to the camp. After talking with him it didn't take long to realize he was starting from scratch- in every way possible.

No pads
No C&A
No pants
No helmet
No stick
No cup

Just skates. Which he'd never stepped on ice with. At first I was confused why someone would choose this as a venue to learn that, when trying to stop hard, disk-shaped objects some protection for that most valuable of spots is pretty damn important.

Then it sort of clicked. Was I much different 7 or 8 months ago? OK so I had the benefit of playing in my youth and I knew that you didn't strap a cup over your nose but to a degree, in almost every way, I had been where he is.

Anxious, overwhelmed and desperately not wanting to look like an idiot but buoyed along by excitement.

I spent some time helping him strap into the mish-mash of borrowed equipment strewn rinkside. We got the pads on and the ancient C&A mostly tightened down and there he stood. Player stick in hand, gear ill-fitted and with large areas exposed, he had the biggest grin on his face and the excitement was obvious. He couldn't wait to step onto the ice.

After what was certainly an eye opening hour of being on the ice, he spoke with me feverishly about equipment and how hard skating was and how tired he was- all with a glint in his eye. I told him I might have some gear he could use and he pushed a scrap of paper with his email address into my hand and disappeared. He was still grinning.

I remember what that feeling was like and still is each night I drive to the rink. I hope I can help ease his entry into the goaltending fraternity.

We've all been there, so help your fellow beginner- old or young- along in his or her journey.

Jul 25, 2013

After my self-written scouting report came in last month, I knew it was time for a change... stop being a middle-aged fat ass and improve my game by dropping 50 pounds.

Since working really hard to drop weight to improve my tennis game back in 2007, I've slowly but surely found an extra 40-odd pounds to lug around on my 6'2" frame. I know that sounds like a lot to you, gentle reader, but the male ego is a wondrous thing- allowing even the morbidly obese to believe they are sexy beasts.

So after watching some video of my play, wondering why I'm panting like a racehorse during games and enjoying another post-game 2,000 calorie meal, I decided it was go time.

Keto On

The Keto diet is an Atkins variation that causes your body, through diet, to stop burning sugar and burn fat instead. By denying the body complex sugars and carbohydrates (that get converted to sugars) it is forced into burning fat and protein as the go-to source of energy. The result is weight loss and a drastic change in insulin production.

The diet includes a lot of protein and fat with virtually no carbs or sugars. Here's a typical day for me;

Net Calories / Day 2,000
Net Carbs / Day 25g

Fat / Day 133g
Protein / Day 175g

2 egg
3 strip of bacon

1 ounce of cheese
coffee with full-fat creamer x2
2 ounce lunch meat
2 ounce cheese
1/2 cup strawberries w/ artificial sweetner
2 ounce pork rinds
4 tablespoons sour cream dip
1 ounce nuts
Bunless cheese burger w/mayo & mustard x2
Green salad with onions, mushrooms & cheese
3 tablespoon low carb, full fat ranch dressing

No bread. No rice. No pasta. No processed food. No sugars.

The results after four weeks are as follows;

  • 18 pound weight loss
  • No hunger pangs or "hanging on" until the next meal
  • No sugar crashing or rabid hunger
  • 80% reduction of joint and muscle pain from exercise
  • Increased energy levels

There's a long but fascinating article available in the New York Times archive (2002) that reveals what may be a big change coming in what we think we know about diet and obesity. It has helped me understand why a diet that contains fat and protein but eliminates carbs and sugars should be the default for us all.

I don't plan on turning this blog into a dieting report, but I will keep it updated with my progress through the rest of the year.

Subscribe to RSS Feed Follow me on Twitter!