Hi there! How is your day going? Ours has been pretty steady since 9:00 AM. We've been cleaning house like crazy and surfing and turfing things like mad. It feels good to get the dust up off the floor and the crap out of the cupboards and the old into bags to go to the Twice But Nice. Feels good to get things in order. Out with the old and hopefully NOT in with any new. We've got enough. :-)
The boys brought in the elliptical. They wanted to tuck me away in a small room in the basement with a 13" television with peasant cable (now that sounds funny!) to do my workouts. "Oh, this will be better. We will be able to set you up with a tv and then we could use it too. It will be best." Ya right! I want that puppy in front of Dadum's 57" HDTV on one of the HD channels so I can enjoy the damn thing too! LOL! Imagine how fit Dadum's would be if he went on the elliptical every time he was watching television! Hell, even half the time and I bet he'd drop a mass of weight. Regardless, he's not the one wanting to go on the elliptical, and he won't bitch about me using the machine so long as it doesn't interfere with his tv watching, and that's fine with me. I won't harass him as he would never do that to me and he is typically very understanding of me and my moods and changes.
I'm excited now. Everything is clean and tidy, the machine is here, we've got bunches of good foods, I work with some great people who eat quite healthy and are good examples of health. I think I've referenced him before, but the Fat Premed's last post is really good. If I may, here is an excerpt:
I have finished my first semester of medical school. I have dissected a human body. I have memorized the citric acid cycle.
After one semester of medical school, here is my first bit of advice: Starve yourself. Disregard if you have been diagnosed with anorexia or bulemia, but honestly, the anorexics and bulemics are going to have to bite the bullet for the tens of millions of obese Americans. Sorry, majority rules.
America [us Canucks as well], you are loaded with useless extraneous tissue.
Long ago I posted a link to the layers of a human. Now that I have personally dug through those layers, allow me to recap.
On top you got your skin. It's pretty thick. You'd be surprised.
Under that there is some pinkish, sorta creamy, sorta fibrous stringy stuff, with all of your fat in it. Then under that there is a tough, definitely fibrous layer. And under that fibrous layer there are your muscles. If you're in the belly and you keep going there's another layer before your actual 'guts' (if you will), but enough about that.
Point is, under your skin and above your muscles is where your fat is, and IT ISN'T YOU. Your muscles are organs and stuff are the useful part of your body. That fatty, yellow, creamy stuff is not you. It's junk. Get rid of it. Starve it off. Starve yourself and tell yourself it's over. I won't do it to myself.
Because it isn't you. It's a parasite. And frankly, it's gross. So starve it off. [He goes on to talk about what that really means in terms of calories and exercise.]
That is the just of that. Fat is not pretty, it's not meant to be part of us and it will do us no good in the end. Not anything new, just someone else's words. So, why do I keep it around; why when I'm in any state of emotion do I turn to food? I don't know why and in the end it really doesn't matter. If I can recognize that I'm not hungry at that time, then that's the time to deal with the food feelings. Fact is, the more I move my body, the more I'll be able to eat; the less I move, the less I can eat. Period.
Here's something fun for kids: it's a nutrition space game to play that teaches them what they should be eating. They fuel their spaceship for all meals and have to make sure they cover everything. Pretty cool.
Info for Dadum's and I:
Height D-74.5" T-65.5"
Weight 248 lbs 215 lbs
Chest over 48.5" 47.5"
Chest under 43.75" 41.375"
Waist 46.25" 44.675"
Hips 44.25" 53.14"
Butt 44.5" 48.5"
Upper Arm 14.75" 16.5"
Forearm 13.125" 11"
Wrist 7.5" 6.5"
Thigh 24" 26.75"
Calf 16.5" 17.25"
Ankle 10.5" 10.25"
That's the status as of January 7th. We'll check those again at the beginning of February and see if we've had any change.
Toodles for now!
The boys brought in the elliptical. They wanted to tuck me away in a small room in the basement with a 13" television with peasant cable (now that sounds funny!) to do my workouts. "Oh, this will be better. We will be able to set you up with a tv and then we could use it too. It will be best." Ya right! I want that puppy in front of Dadum's 57" HDTV on one of the HD channels so I can enjoy the damn thing too! LOL! Imagine how fit Dadum's would be if he went on the elliptical every time he was watching television! Hell, even half the time and I bet he'd drop a mass of weight. Regardless, he's not the one wanting to go on the elliptical, and he won't bitch about me using the machine so long as it doesn't interfere with his tv watching, and that's fine with me. I won't harass him as he would never do that to me and he is typically very understanding of me and my moods and changes.
I'm excited now. Everything is clean and tidy, the machine is here, we've got bunches of good foods, I work with some great people who eat quite healthy and are good examples of health. I think I've referenced him before, but the Fat Premed's last post is really good. If I may, here is an excerpt:
I have finished my first semester of medical school. I have dissected a human body. I have memorized the citric acid cycle.
After one semester of medical school, here is my first bit of advice: Starve yourself. Disregard if you have been diagnosed with anorexia or bulemia, but honestly, the anorexics and bulemics are going to have to bite the bullet for the tens of millions of obese Americans. Sorry, majority rules.
America [us Canucks as well], you are loaded with useless extraneous tissue.
Long ago I posted a link to the layers of a human. Now that I have personally dug through those layers, allow me to recap.
On top you got your skin. It's pretty thick. You'd be surprised.
Under that there is some pinkish, sorta creamy, sorta fibrous stringy stuff, with all of your fat in it. Then under that there is a tough, definitely fibrous layer. And under that fibrous layer there are your muscles. If you're in the belly and you keep going there's another layer before your actual 'guts' (if you will), but enough about that.
Point is, under your skin and above your muscles is where your fat is, and IT ISN'T YOU. Your muscles are organs and stuff are the useful part of your body. That fatty, yellow, creamy stuff is not you. It's junk. Get rid of it. Starve it off. Starve yourself and tell yourself it's over. I won't do it to myself.
Because it isn't you. It's a parasite. And frankly, it's gross. So starve it off. [He goes on to talk about what that really means in terms of calories and exercise.]
That is the just of that. Fat is not pretty, it's not meant to be part of us and it will do us no good in the end. Not anything new, just someone else's words. So, why do I keep it around; why when I'm in any state of emotion do I turn to food? I don't know why and in the end it really doesn't matter. If I can recognize that I'm not hungry at that time, then that's the time to deal with the food feelings. Fact is, the more I move my body, the more I'll be able to eat; the less I move, the less I can eat. Period.
Here's something fun for kids: it's a nutrition space game to play that teaches them what they should be eating. They fuel their spaceship for all meals and have to make sure they cover everything. Pretty cool.
Info for Dadum's and I:
Height D-74.5" T-65.5"
Weight 248 lbs 215 lbs
Chest over 48.5" 47.5"
Chest under 43.75" 41.375"
Waist 46.25" 44.675"
Hips 44.25" 53.14"
Butt 44.5" 48.5"
Upper Arm 14.75" 16.5"
Forearm 13.125" 11"
Wrist 7.5" 6.5"
Thigh 24" 26.75"
Calf 16.5" 17.25"
Ankle 10.5" 10.25"
That's the status as of January 7th. We'll check those again at the beginning of February and see if we've had any change.
Toodles for now!
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