For most of my adult life, my body didn’t require much thought.

I was 5’10”, lean, working construction, finishing early on Fridays and drinking hard through the weekend. I didn’t train. I didn’t track food. My body just handled it.

And I assumed it always would.

Somewhere in my forties, that quietly changed.

My waist moved from 32” to 34”.

The scale crept up.

Nothing dramatic. Nothing urgent.

Like most men my age, I told myself this was just what happened after 40. You don’t fight it. You adapt.

Then I had a daughter at 49.
Another at 51.

That’s when the timeline shifted.

I wasn’t just an older guy carrying a bit more weight. I was an older dad. And that realization sat in the background until my dad passed away.

He had me young.

I had my last two daughters late.

Standing there, it hit me with a clarity I couldn’t ignore: there was a real chance I wouldn’t be around to see my girls grow up, get married, or settle into their lives.

That’s when I understood something most men miss.

The problem wasn’t my waistline.

It was the belief I’d been living with — that decline after 40 was automatic, and resisting it was pointless.

I tried to fix it the obvious ways.
The diets everyone talked about.
The ones that worked briefly.
The ones that left me starving on a construction site.

Lose some weight.
Put it back on.
Repeat.

By my late fifties, I was well over 190 pounds, low on energy, and tired of starting over.

Then someone mentioned the carnivore diet.

Simple rules. No hunger.
I started skeptically. Within days, the weight moved. Two weeks in, people noticed.

And then the warnings started.

“It works… until you stop.”
“Everyone puts it back on.”

That’s when the real problem became obvious.

Losing weight wasn’t the challenge.
Keeping it off was.

Most men don’t fail because they lack discipline.

They fail because no one shows them what to do after the diet.

So instead of quitting, I built a plan.

I dropped to 159 pounds in a couple of months.

Then I transitioned deliberately instead of blindly going back to old habits.

The weight stayed off.
My energy came back.
My body stopped fighting me.

I wasn’t “trying to lose weight” anymore.
I was taking responsibility for being around — and being capable — for my daughters.

I shared what I’d done with a friend.
It worked for him.
Then another, and another.

Since then hundreds of men over 40 who had been told, directly or indirectly, that belly fat, low energy, and decline were just part of the deal.

They aren’t.

Because with the help of a nutritionist, I turned this into a system — not a diet, not a fitness obsession — but a practical, sustainable approach for busy men who want control back without living in the gym or starving through their workday.

That system is this course.

It exists because weight loss after 40 doesn’t fail from lack of effort.
It fails from lack of a long-term plan.

And that’s exactly what you’re about to get.