FASTROCKETT Intermittent Fasting Coach

The Back Story Part 2…

Although the docs were able to rescue my heart from assured failure, I most certainly was operating under a false premise that I was healthy.

My failure was while I was busy in the gym ‘getting healthy’…I was gluttonously killing myself with food. Burritos, in particular.

It was in the Spring of ’80 I ventured to Los Angeles to pursue an acting career.

And, right there…right across the street from my apartment…was a tiny ‘mom & pop’ burrito joint. Candor demands…it was the best food I’d ever crammed into my mouth.

They didn’t speak English. I had no knowledge of Spanish. But, I learned “comida deliciosa” quickly.

“Otro burrito, por favor!” And, for the next twenty years…that would be my mantra!


Jump forward…the heart issue was simple…artherosclerosis. Not too scary if you say it fast.

It’s plaque. In the arteries around your heart. Cloggin’ up the works.

Now, keep in mind…I was mindful of NOT EATING FAT. Because that’s bad for your heart, right?

At least that what I was told…trainers, Nutri-system, & Richard Simmons. Not to mention the government.

They’re all idiots.

It’s the excessive carbohydrates that, eventually, produce insulin resistance…which produces all kinds of metabolic mayhem, including atherosclerosis.

Suddenly, I found my usual 2-mile walk dwindle down to 1-mile. Shortly after, 1/2 mile. Then, 1/4 mile. See where I’m going with this?

In a period of about six months, I could barely walk 50 yards without excrutiating pain. The kind of pain in my legs that would literally seize me up.

I endured that for several years.

AND…I had no health insurance. It was a dark period of my life. Truly, I didn’t think I was going to survive it.


I searched for a couple years with doctors and physical therapists. And, nothing!

Finally, a chiropractor says to me…”Rockett,” pointing to the xray…”you have plaque in your abdomen.”

Dammit! Of course!

If it was in my heart a decade earlier, it would make sense that it was all over my body. Nobody thought to look…including myself.

The PCP got me to a vascular surgeon…confirmed. My ol’ friend…
Arther O. Sclerosis.

FIVE MORE STENTS!

I am blessed to have been rescued again by some heads-up individuals. Unfortunately, my body was beseiged with insulin resistance complete with a full bouquet type 2 diabetes. Back to 250 lbs.

“Otro burrito, por favor!”


The vascular surgeon barked one order at me, as he signed my discharge papers…

“WALK!”

I had no choice due to the fact that I couldn’t run. And could only rehab at the blistering pace of 20 yards at a time. But over 90 days, the walks got longer. I became stronger. And I can honestly say, those were the best 12 weeks of my life. I was up against it and once again, I almost checked out.

I chuckled at the irony…dead man walking. Not funny. But, true.

Now, how do I lose all this weight…walking? Ah…I was weeks away from learning something that would blow my mind.

On my walks, I studied every diet known to man…

  • Atkins
  • Paleo
  • Keto
  • Low-Fat
  • Pritikin
  • Carnivore
  • Mediterreanean
  • NutriSystem
  • Weight Watchers
  • Military
  • Blood Type
  • Vegan
  • IF

…wait, hold up…what’s that last one there?

IF. Intermittent fasting. Time-restricted feeding. And like a pitty pup with a new chew toy…off I went…for another walk, with IF in my earbuds…

…and FASTROCKETT was born!

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