@PatrickMcM57 Carnivore is great, GLP’s too. Ask any questions you have, and I can assist. I’m close to your age, and I made a lifestyle change two years ago.
Today I turn 57.
I laid in bed on my one day off this week, thinking: this has to stop.
Living life like I have all the time in the world.
But I don’t.
In fact, living an unhealthy life, carrying an extra 100 pounds, eating the most unhealthy things, and telling myself I’ll change everything tomorrow…
That is only lying to myself.
A lie I have told for decades.
And where has it gotten me?
Broke. Unhealthy. Unhappy. And with no real direction in life.
So today, that changes.
It changes with a decision.
A decision to not be perfect.
To allow myself grace.
To make mistakes.
To put myself out into the world and be judged.
But that’s okay, because it really doesn’t matter what others think or say.
It only matters that we finally become true to ourselves.
So here I am, on my birthday.
Starting anew.
Let’s see where this goes.
what an odd comment. How will it help people knowing Bella on what's app sold this. She's probably the 10th person in the chain to handle this. Do you think Bella is responsible for this ? If you do then you've a lot to learn about the grey market.
So do you propose I keep all these bunk peptides to myself ???
Very strange
It's the end of an era -- at 45 years old, my 'natty status' is now over.
I've always been 100% transparent online, so this will be no different. Yesterday, I took my first shot of TRT.
I've never been against test, on the contrary. I've always been pro-whatever makes you feel better and gives you a higher quality of (healthy) living.
That includes test, GLP/peptides, HGH, whatever. If it genuinely improves your quality of life and doesn't shorten your estimated life span, live and let live.
I've also always had dismal free test numbers, ever since I first had them tested when I was in my early 30's. Every time I test them, they're barely over 300.
Even when EVERYTHING is dialed in - 10% body fat, super strong, not drinking, no drugs, no booze, no porn, literally raw dogging life... my test numbers wouldn't budge.
At first, I didn't care. I didn't have any symptoms of low test.
I had plenty of energy.
I got really strong.
I build muscle just fine.
I had a high libido.
Zero issues.
But in the last 6 months or so, something has felt... off. I should be thrilled about everything. Great life. Great career. Getting close to financial independence. Awesome/hot wife. 2 great kids who get awesome grades and are respectful.
Living the dream, right?
But I would still struggle to get out of bed. Be in a bad mood for no reason. Let little things stress me out. See the gym as a chore rather than be excited to go. Had some pretty bad anxiety at times.
I've talked to a number of other men who have felt the same, and have gotten a lot of relief from test. So, we're giving it a go.
I'll report back. Gonna try to get my levels to the 800-1000 range, somewhere in there. Around 3x what they currently are. I would imagine that will make a difference.
So, RIP, natty status. It's been real. Even if nobody believed you were true.
Administrative assistant for the city believe her feelings trump the rights of the citizens.
In this tense encounter, an independent journalist enters city offices to exercise a basic legal right: inspecting the public records index. Under Washington state law (RCW 42.56.070), this document is required to be available for public inspection. It’s not a favor; it’s the law.
Enter Sabrina Costik, an administrative assistant who claims to be "brand new" but is already attempting to rewrite the Constitution based on her personal feelings.
The exchange highlights a growing and dangerous trend in public service—the idea that personal "traumas and triggers" override the civil rights of the public. Throughout the video, Sabrina argues that:
Her "comfort level" should dictate where a citizen stands.
Her "liberties" are being violated by a camera in a government building.
Recording her is "incredibly rude," effectively prioritizing social etiquette over the First Amendment.
The situation required the intervention of Deputy Chief Matt McKnight of the Chehalis Police Department. In a masterclass of de-escalation and legal clarity, McKnight had to explain the hard truth to his own staff: when you are a public servant in a public building, you do not have a "reasonable expectation of privacy" while performing your duties.
McKnight—who is currently campaigning for Lewis County Sheriff—remained professional, but the core issue remains: Why are public employees being put behind counters without a fundamental understanding of the Bill of Rights?
As far as McKnight, he is running for sheriff in 2026 and his understanding and respect for the rights of the citizens is everything you would want in county sheriff.
That said, as far as Sabrina, when "I’m uncomfortable" becomes a tool to suppress transparency, the public loses.
Rod Stewart called Trump a ratbag, the same Rod Stewart who allegedly blew multiple sailors in a San Diego gay bar and swallowed so much semen he needed his stomach pumped in hospital.
@ItsTheEnforcer@cartierfamilyZ I like how Xi called the united states a declining nation but trump had to write a 3 page paper explaining that isn't what Xi meant... mmmm I think we will know what Xi meant.
Beverly Hills, 1976. Henry Winkler walks into a clothing store. Needs a coat. Leaves with a life.
Stacey Weitzman is behind the counter that day — divorced, raising her young son Jed, simply doing her job. She smiles and asks if he needs help.
“You just did,” he thinks immediately.
They start talking. Ten minutes passes like ten seconds. Later, Henry would admit he didn’t want the conversation to end.
So he stayed.
The next day, he returned pretending he’d forgotten something. He pointed at jackets he clearly didn’t need while searching for another excuse to see her.
Stacey understood exactly what was happening.
At the time, Henry Winkler was already becoming one of the most recognizable faces in America. Happy Days had turned him into Fonzie, the leather-jacketed icon everyone adored.
But Henry wasn’t chasing attention.
He was chasing her.
And Stacey came with a little boy.
Some people might have called that baggage. Henry never did. From the beginning, he embraced both of them completely. Years later, Stacey reflected on it simply:
“He chose all of us on day one.”
In 1978, they married quietly in a small Manhattan ceremony without Hollywood spectacle or media attention. No grand performance. Just vows.
Then came daughter Zoe. Then son Max. Their house filled with noise, children, laundry, routines, and ordinary life.
That was exactly what Henry wanted.
“Fame is loud,” he later said. “Dinner with my kids is quiet. I picked quiet.”
Their marriage wasn’t built on dramatic gestures.
It was built on repetition.
Henry hid handwritten notes everywhere — inside books, purses, beside coffee cups. One note read: “You’re still the girl in the store. Now I just have 45 years of reasons why.”
Stacey saved every one in a shoebox.
At their thirtieth anniversary dinner, she read one aloud: “When I look at you, I see every day we’ve survived. And I’d survive them all again to get here.”
Nobody at the table could hold back tears.
Over the decades, they faced everything real families do — dyslexia struggles, illness, career highs and disappointments, children growing older, grandchildren arriving.
“We didn’t do perfect,” their daughter Zoe once said. “We did team.”
And every morning at 7 a.m., Henry still brings Stacey coffee.
Not out of routine.
Out of intention.
“It’s a proposal,” he says. “I’m asking her to marry me again today.”
No yachts.
No staged romance.
No Hollywood illusion.
Just two people continuing to choose each other long after the spotlight faded.
“People say we fell in love,” Henry once said. “No. We keep falling. On purpose. Every damn day.”
He walked into a store looking for a coat.
And nearly fifty years later, he still acts like he just found home.
If you are on Reta/GLP1s or just dieting in general you must try this meal
Super simple:
- sweet potato
- ground beef
- cottage cheese
- avocado
- topped with hot honey
Save and thank me later
Let’s keep it real:
This trade summit was a disaster.
China basically ignored us and gave us a few crumbs.
We got no offering of help with Iran. Just a few statements. Those are just words not actions.
Then they threatened us about Taiwan and called us a declining superpower.
The most interesting part about all of this is Trump just sat there and took it.
America isn’t what it used to be.
This meeting was a failure imo.
OMG what are these I thought it was just rice scattered on my garbage can this morning… but then I looked closer and they were moving. I’m freaking out. Does anyone know what this is?!
6mg total weekly dose of retatrutide.
Effects are starting to wear off.
But if you didn’t want to titrate up just yet, what can you do?
Person A was on 6mg once weekly. Changed it to 1mg Monday, 2mg Wednesday and 3mg Friday.
Person B was on 6mg once weekly. Changed it to 2mg Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
Person C was on 6mg once weekly. Changed it to 1mg Monday to Saturday.
Person D was on 3mg Monday, 3mg Thursday. Changed it to 6mg once weekly.
Person E was on 2mg Monday, 4mg Thursday. Changed it to 6mg once weekly.
Person F was on 2mg Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Changed it to 6mg once weekly.
Person G was on 2mg Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Changed it to 1mg Monday, 2mg Wednesday, 3mg Friday.
Person H was on 1mg Monday, 2mg Wednesday, 3mg Friday. Changed it to 6mg once weekly.
All of these are real scenarios.
You can change your dosing in an infinite number of ways and it can change how that same dose makes you feel.
Depending on the steady state your body was used to, a change in frequency is often enough to provide a different stimulus.
Or you could just increase the dose.
Optimise however you want.
Just know that you’re not limited to a specific set number of options.
BREAKING: my health condition quickly deteriorated today. I’m having life-saving surgery tomorrow. There is no expectation of the outcome. I am DNR.
I love you all.
-Adam