Steven Chasing Goals

Once upon a time, in a realm where the carnivore diet was king and daily steps were the stepping stones to valor, there lived a gallant knight. His name? Sir Slim-Down. His quest? The legendary Operation 12% Body Fat! His steed? Well, his own two legs, fortified with unyielding resolve and a penchant for ankle mobility exercises. As the days galloped away, Sir Slim-Down’s tale of tenacity unfurled like a banner across the skies, painting the horizon with hues of hope and hilarity. But like every knightly narrative, there lurked a dragon—in this case, not a fire-breathing monster, but a marathon, looming large on the 8th of October. It was the Kielder Marathon, a test of tireless tenacity.

As the marathon’s date dashed closer like a hare chased by hounds, an unexpected twist sprang upon our knight. His once loyal companion, the Carnivore Diet, had to be momentarily forsaken. Why, you ask? Because life decided to throw a ‘picnic’ of a situation at him! A twist of fate, a dance of destiny or simply the call of carbs?

You see, dear readers, a rambunctious rogue of an injury had pounced upon Sir Slim-Down’s ankle at the summer’s end, halting his run but not his resolve. His training transmogrified into a quest on foot—walking, not running, towards the marathon, a snail-paced yet steady stride towards victory. And, as the old adage goes, ‘slow and steady’ might win the race, but it sure does take a chunk of time! A full-time job waiting in the wings, our knight found himself amidst woodland walks, navigating not only the trails but the tumultuous terrain of time management. The carnivore meals, once his trusty fuel, now seemed like a cumbersome companion amidst the crunched hours.

Thus, the picnic usurped the plate! Carbs canoodled with convenience as our knight munched on more mobile meals, charting his course through a forest of fitness with a basket of brisk bites. The scales, once a faithful friar in his fitness fellowship, was left unattended, its needle at a pause, as the knight galloped gallantly towards the marathon minus the meat.

As the week waned, Sir Slim-Down, with a heart brimming with courage and a belly, momentarily, not brimming with beef, tackled a ten-mile trek not once, not twice, but seven heraldic times! A 70-mile march marked the week, each mile a manuscript of moxie. The carnivore creed would call him back, but only after the Kielder knightly quest was conquered!

The moral of the mirth? Sometimes, the scales of judgement need to tilt away from the traditional, allowing adventure to alight upon the unchartered avenues. And as our knight nestled in the nocturne, awaiting the marathon morning, his spirit soared sans the steak, ready to race towards the remarkable. Ah, the allure of the unknown, the thrill of the twist, the valor of the venture! And as the tale twirls towards tomorrow, we wait with bated breath—what will the next chapter of Operation 12% Body Fat unfurl?

So, as Sir Slim-Down bids adieu to the beef, albeit briefly, and embraces the expedition with exuberance, we too, dear readers, mark the moment of mirth and marathon with a merriment that meanders through the marrow of this meaty narrative!

Until next week, keep those spirits high and those calories low! 🎉

Signing off, Your Future 12%-er 😎

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