UFO’s are only ( unidentified fat older-persons. ) Who wants to become that kind of person? Not anyone I know! You can do it! I said to myself while looking at the treadmill.
If you’re blogging to help people then you’re fooling yourself most of the time. First people have to be open to the help presented within the blog post. It is easy to read something that is also a matter of facts. But then just telling ones self’s. ” That’s bull… on to the next brain-dead entertainment read.” Also seem to be the easy way out. Self denials and all!
Second even if they are well received, implementing them in their lives is something like giving an alcoholic a case of scotch on their sobriety anniversary. Expecting the change they have worked so hard for in their lives to keep them safe from temptation. Just unaffected by all temptations of any kind. You kicked it right? The problems in ones own life is the monster that lives within. No amount of telling someone else, that they have a problem. Is going to get that person off their butts and moving towards your answers, or any other solutions offered.
No one ever complains about some sudden unreasonable weight loss to their friends. Friends never seem to be friend enough, to be honest, telling them. ” You have packed on the pounds lately! ” It is the silence that compounds the problem of having a weight problem. The behind the back comments that hurt the worst.
Empower your self with some self-examination exercises. Look at the relationship of not having to do what everyone else is doing in life and figuring out what is best for you. No matter what they are doing or saying. Those who never had a weight problem to begin with don’t always offer up some support of those who do. Really? They don’t have room to talk. They’re able to eat just what catches the eye and never having to ask in silence. ” How many calories does that have…? But your silent questions are… What is a serving size? Which follows with… Is that all? Seeing the portion size and looking at the serving size on your plate. Then deciding to eat two, or more servings out of frustration. I know it’s about choices.
I throw all of that out the window! The question should be how many calories do I burn in an hour of exercise? If you don’t know? Find out, and fast! It doesn’t take any time to eat those calories. But working them off is the problem.
Example; I’m half way fit ( Not bragging, just explaining ) And can run a mile in 8 minutes flat. After 4 long years of running. Yet I have about 20 extra fat pounds on my gut. It takes me 45 minutes of running that fast to burn 500 calories. Yet I just had a spinach, and feta cheese, egg wrapped in some buttery bread. One of these are 575 calories. Took me about 10 minutes to eat, yet about 45 minutes to run this off my ass.
Ask you’re self what would a weight conscience minded person say..? ” What is a better use of your time in your life? ” Yep that the question! You can eat for 10 minutes and run for 45, Or you can pick better food to eat. Now look towards the facts, of a fatter person that also has a slower metabolism to work with. In other words a person who is 100 pounds over weight or more will have no abilities to run that fast for that long. So the amount of time it takes to work off those calories is a lot harder.
Pick the type of food and the amount that you can eat according to the willingness to work them off, times the calories that your abilities can work them off in. Look towards food like how long do I have run, to work those calories off. For me, like I said, is about 500 calories in 45 minutes of running at a pace of 8 minutes per mile. Every extra 500 calories I eat, will have me running like that. Like it or not. Or this boy keeps growing long after my natural youthful growth spurt.
Weight loss = working more of those calories off, then you’re eating according to your metabolism.
Who wants to run your life away. Or just sit on the couch and hide from running your life? Life was not ment to be lived on a treadmill. It is all about life full of experiences. This stops me from eating those extra calories in the first place. Because! Exercise just sucks! Life doesn’t! Yet I have to do it, or I will be the next Pillsbury dough boy!
All the best.