No I'm not going “Insane”, but I may be going “P90X”.

No I'm not going “Insane”, but I may be going “P90X”.

Summer was good...to good, a lot of really red wine and chocolate have expanded the mid-region by a few pounds, and for a caveman I'm beginning to take the shape of a coach potato, a forbidden food.

Because of this unsightly condition I decided to tackle the “P90X” program. Already my favorite cave-woman has opened the box and told me the diet starts tomorrow, here we go again.

I looked over the diet that came with the program, and with a little tweaking, removing the grains, dishing the diary, and eating more fat, I'm on board.

P.S. Check out that new meat market slash grocery store in Portsmouth, McKinnon's, a bit pricy on the grass-feed beef but a bonanza for cavemen and cavegirls. They also stock the red juice that Jesus would turn water into.