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The Fat Bloke Diaries
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THE FAT BLOKE DIARIES
Episode Six - Quicksand
[WARNING! Todays FBD wanders from the normal jocular path and strays towards the dark side. Those of you that are of a nervous disposition, look away now ]
They say that exercise is one of the best ways to help beat depression.
They say a lot of things, but they arent always right.
Ive always been a big bloke, a portly person, a chunky chap apart from back in the day, when I was a chunky child. Like many fat folks, Ive also suffered with depression for much of my adult life, Im not going to get into the argument about whether depression leads to fatness, or fatness leads to depression, but if their theory is correct then quot; theoretically quot; I should be killing two birds with one pedal if I get on my bike, smiling as the pounds fall off.
Only its not been like that. One of my birds is in the rudest of health, dodging every metaphorical rock I toss at it, and the other still has one good wing. After more than a thousand kilometres the weight has taken an age to begin to drop, only really beginning to leave in the last couple of weeks. And the endorphins that Ive heard so much about quot; my own internal happy pills, apparently quot; have failed to kick in. Perhaps I ate them without noticing.
That font of all knowledge, Wikipedia, says that these are the same endorphins that are produced at a certain, erm peak moment of adult fun and excitement. Im sorry to disappoint the Wikipedians, but theres no way that the time spent pedalling away like a sweat-soaked walrus (to mix my metaphor horribly) can ever compare with those rare occasions when I become the semi-legendary bouncy castle of love.
Sorry about that quot; I know its not a picture that any of us really wanted to paint, but it does get my point across. I simply do not feel the much-hyped great rush while exercising. Ive cycled twenty, thirty, even as many as forty kilometres in an evening and on each occasion Ive dismounted as miserable as when I began, just a whole lot sweatier.
Once again, inherited wisdom lies.
The mythical they also say that if we didnt lose any weight yesterday, its not a problem; we can lose weight today, as each dawn brings a new beginning. Today is the first day of the rest of your life, were told. So how come I sometimes think that the rest of my life started yesterday, and I missed it?
Were always instructed to imagine the person that we aim to be when we exercise, to visualise our target slim lined body shape. Im all for this. Visualisation is an incredibly powerful mental tool, but it works both ways. The vision that I cant shake is of me going hell for leather on the bike with my imaginary black dog of despair trotting alongside. It just reinforces the fact that Im going nowhere (figuratively and literally), so perhaps I should get my faithful companion a little black imaginary treadmill?
Could these dark thoughts have some science and twisted logic behind them? As much as I might wish it and strive for it, theres no way on Earth that I can over a period of time grow from my now-customary five foot ten to a lofty six foot three. Or make my lovely blue eyes become a chestnut brown (for the old folks among you, Ive got bad news; Crystal Gayle lied). Neither can I fly to the moon on gossamer wings (Frank Sinatra? Another big fat fibber). So why would I imagine that the 40 inch waist that Ive been cultivating for the last four decades could ever happily fit within 32 inch trousers? Wouldnt any serious weight change that I might make be temporary at best? It seems to me that this weight loss malarkey is bound to end in tears. Shouldnt I just accept the fact that Im a fat bloke, and a fat bloke I shall stay?
Either the theory of exercise beating depression is flawed or my melancholia is worse than I thought. And yes, those of you with the little grey cells working overtime, there is a reason for the new-look, gloomed-down Fat Bloke Diary. I put two pounds back on this week.
© 2008 Shaun Finnie
Episode Six - Quicksand
[WARNING! Todays FBD wanders from the normal jocular path and strays towards the dark side. Those of you that are of a nervous disposition, look away now ]
They say that exercise is one of the best ways to help beat depression.
They say a lot of things, but they arent always right.
Ive always been a big bloke, a portly person, a chunky chap apart from back in the day, when I was a chunky child. Like many fat folks, Ive also suffered with depression for much of my adult life, Im not going to get into the argument about whether depression leads to fatness, or fatness leads to depression, but if their theory is correct then quot; theoretically quot; I should be killing two birds with one pedal if I get on my bike, smiling as the pounds fall off.
Only its not been like that. One of my birds is in the rudest of health, dodging every metaphorical rock I toss at it, and the other still has one good wing. After more than a thousand kilometres the weight has taken an age to begin to drop, only really beginning to leave in the last couple of weeks. And the endorphins that Ive heard so much about quot; my own internal happy pills, apparently quot; have failed to kick in. Perhaps I ate them without noticing.
That font of all knowledge, Wikipedia, says that these are the same endorphins that are produced at a certain, erm peak moment of adult fun and excitement. Im sorry to disappoint the Wikipedians, but theres no way that the time spent pedalling away like a sweat-soaked walrus (to mix my metaphor horribly) can ever compare with those rare occasions when I become the semi-legendary bouncy castle of love.
Sorry about that quot; I know its not a picture that any of us really wanted to paint, but it does get my point across. I simply do not feel the much-hyped great rush while exercising. Ive cycled twenty, thirty, even as many as forty kilometres in an evening and on each occasion Ive dismounted as miserable as when I began, just a whole lot sweatier.
Once again, inherited wisdom lies.
The mythical they also say that if we didnt lose any weight yesterday, its not a problem; we can lose weight today, as each dawn brings a new beginning. Today is the first day of the rest of your life, were told. So how come I sometimes think that the rest of my life started yesterday, and I missed it?
Were always instructed to imagine the person that we aim to be when we exercise, to visualise our target slim lined body shape. Im all for this. Visualisation is an incredibly powerful mental tool, but it works both ways. The vision that I cant shake is of me going hell for leather on the bike with my imaginary black dog of despair trotting alongside. It just reinforces the fact that Im going nowhere (figuratively and literally), so perhaps I should get my faithful companion a little black imaginary treadmill?
Could these dark thoughts have some science and twisted logic behind them? As much as I might wish it and strive for it, theres no way on Earth that I can over a period of time grow from my now-customary five foot ten to a lofty six foot three. Or make my lovely blue eyes become a chestnut brown (for the old folks among you, Ive got bad news; Crystal Gayle lied). Neither can I fly to the moon on gossamer wings (Frank Sinatra? Another big fat fibber). So why would I imagine that the 40 inch waist that Ive been cultivating for the last four decades could ever happily fit within 32 inch trousers? Wouldnt any serious weight change that I might make be temporary at best? It seems to me that this weight loss malarkey is bound to end in tears. Shouldnt I just accept the fact that Im a fat bloke, and a fat bloke I shall stay?
Either the theory of exercise beating depression is flawed or my melancholia is worse than I thought. And yes, those of you with the little grey cells working overtime, there is a reason for the new-look, gloomed-down Fat Bloke Diary. I put two pounds back on this week.
© 2008 Shaun Finnie
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THE FAT BLOKE DIARIES
Episode Seven - Progress, and the Lack Thereof
This is getting ridiculous. Over a thousand kilometres cycled on my static bike now - thats a direct line from my northern English home straight into the heel of the Italian boot - and the pounds are resolutely staying put. My neck, my arms, my moobs and especially my belly all seem to be just as wobbly as when I first leapt majestically aboard the tubular steel pain in the **** that is my exercise bike. The scales say otherwise - Im now officially back down to the weight I never thought Id get up to - but the mirror doesnt lie. And surely my friends and loved ones would have commented if I appeared to be any thinner? My mum would have been first in the queue: Ooh, have you lost weight? Good for you, love. Exercise, is it? At your size? Oh, you want to be careful especially at your age
It has to be my diet. It cant be the lack of physical exertion - Im doing loads of that now, the problem has to be whats going in at the top end. Im not one of these luvvy food critics who compare the beauty and elegance of their beetroot rosti to Gielguds Hamlet. Im your typical Northern carnivore, a beer-and-chips-and-gravy bloke. Food is fuel. If its on a plate in front of me, Ill more than likely just wolf it down without it touching the sides, or the taste buds. Which is why over the years I became a fully fledged, card carrying fat bloke. Maybe I should get a smaller plate.
Vegetables? My foodstuff of choice had already eaten plenty of greenery for me before it was placed in the bun and the Styrofoam box. Technically vegetarians are voluntarily putting themselves lower down the food chain than me. They do tend to be much thinner than I am though, but they should watch out if I ever start to get really peckish.
So thats one of the things I have to change. Cut back on the dead pigs and increase the dead plant life intake. Ive made a start, munching fruit and veg like theres no tomorrow, and downing home-made smoothies by the gallon. And to be fair its certainly working it fibrous magic. Theres a predictable effect from all this fruity intake though, and it isnt going down too well in the office. I dont really want to go into unpleasant details, but lets just say that Im stepping away from my desk pretty frequently, and Im seeing things coming through that I lost in the seventies. Im still waiting for the Kermit-the-Frog Spacehopper.
Being in the office is a problem in itself. Dont tell my boss, but work can be a little dull, and the boredom means that I eat more in my workplace than I do in my house. Strangely enough this more work equals more food rule doesnt apply on the days when Im working from home.
Its the office snacks that are doing me. The close proximity of the sweetie machine to my desk was always going to be a temptation, but I didnt think that Id still be succumbing to the daily monotony-relieving trip to the in-house coffee shop. Crisps, chocolates, biscuits; Im trying hard to replace these with extra bananas, apples and grapes. Its not only because of the weight and health factors either. I keep a jar in my desk these days. The change that the snack machine would have stolen from me is now going into there. Shrapnel builds up. Pretty soon Ill have enough to buy an entire dragon fruit. I might buy one too if I knew what they looked like. So Im getting richer, but not really lighter. All the change must be to my insides quot; which Im sure that my pathologist will one day appreciate. They say that inside every fat bloke theres a thin bloke trying to get out. I know for certain theres one inside me because I ate him in 1997, with a nice pint of Old Speckled Hen (as Hannibal Lecter famously didnt say).
I recently read that exercising purely to lose weight is useless unless Im doing ninety minutes at least five times a week. Add that lot up and its an entire working day, and I already have quite enough of those, thank you. Where am I supposed to find that amount of time? And the much-vaunted fatburner technique - where you do ninety seconds flat out sprint, followed by ninety seconds medium speed before going into the sprint again - is good in theory, but in reality it just means that I get knackered twice as quickly. Whats the point if I cant actually do more than about five minutes of this style of exercise?
But at least all my stationary cycling is starting to show some pleasant side-benefits. Im developing good looking calf muscles. My partner thinks theyre great, but they dont really go well with the worlds largest muffin-top. I remember what went into it - 100% chocolate chip. I guess I should vary my workout a little more, and hopefully balance my body shape.
Perhaps its time I tried something new
© 2008 Shaun Finnie
Episode Seven - Progress, and the Lack Thereof
This is getting ridiculous. Over a thousand kilometres cycled on my static bike now - thats a direct line from my northern English home straight into the heel of the Italian boot - and the pounds are resolutely staying put. My neck, my arms, my moobs and especially my belly all seem to be just as wobbly as when I first leapt majestically aboard the tubular steel pain in the **** that is my exercise bike. The scales say otherwise - Im now officially back down to the weight I never thought Id get up to - but the mirror doesnt lie. And surely my friends and loved ones would have commented if I appeared to be any thinner? My mum would have been first in the queue: Ooh, have you lost weight? Good for you, love. Exercise, is it? At your size? Oh, you want to be careful especially at your age
It has to be my diet. It cant be the lack of physical exertion - Im doing loads of that now, the problem has to be whats going in at the top end. Im not one of these luvvy food critics who compare the beauty and elegance of their beetroot rosti to Gielguds Hamlet. Im your typical Northern carnivore, a beer-and-chips-and-gravy bloke. Food is fuel. If its on a plate in front of me, Ill more than likely just wolf it down without it touching the sides, or the taste buds. Which is why over the years I became a fully fledged, card carrying fat bloke. Maybe I should get a smaller plate.
Vegetables? My foodstuff of choice had already eaten plenty of greenery for me before it was placed in the bun and the Styrofoam box. Technically vegetarians are voluntarily putting themselves lower down the food chain than me. They do tend to be much thinner than I am though, but they should watch out if I ever start to get really peckish.
So thats one of the things I have to change. Cut back on the dead pigs and increase the dead plant life intake. Ive made a start, munching fruit and veg like theres no tomorrow, and downing home-made smoothies by the gallon. And to be fair its certainly working it fibrous magic. Theres a predictable effect from all this fruity intake though, and it isnt going down too well in the office. I dont really want to go into unpleasant details, but lets just say that Im stepping away from my desk pretty frequently, and Im seeing things coming through that I lost in the seventies. Im still waiting for the Kermit-the-Frog Spacehopper.
Being in the office is a problem in itself. Dont tell my boss, but work can be a little dull, and the boredom means that I eat more in my workplace than I do in my house. Strangely enough this more work equals more food rule doesnt apply on the days when Im working from home.
Its the office snacks that are doing me. The close proximity of the sweetie machine to my desk was always going to be a temptation, but I didnt think that Id still be succumbing to the daily monotony-relieving trip to the in-house coffee shop. Crisps, chocolates, biscuits; Im trying hard to replace these with extra bananas, apples and grapes. Its not only because of the weight and health factors either. I keep a jar in my desk these days. The change that the snack machine would have stolen from me is now going into there. Shrapnel builds up. Pretty soon Ill have enough to buy an entire dragon fruit. I might buy one too if I knew what they looked like. So Im getting richer, but not really lighter. All the change must be to my insides quot; which Im sure that my pathologist will one day appreciate. They say that inside every fat bloke theres a thin bloke trying to get out. I know for certain theres one inside me because I ate him in 1997, with a nice pint of Old Speckled Hen (as Hannibal Lecter famously didnt say).
I recently read that exercising purely to lose weight is useless unless Im doing ninety minutes at least five times a week. Add that lot up and its an entire working day, and I already have quite enough of those, thank you. Where am I supposed to find that amount of time? And the much-vaunted fatburner technique - where you do ninety seconds flat out sprint, followed by ninety seconds medium speed before going into the sprint again - is good in theory, but in reality it just means that I get knackered twice as quickly. Whats the point if I cant actually do more than about five minutes of this style of exercise?
But at least all my stationary cycling is starting to show some pleasant side-benefits. Im developing good looking calf muscles. My partner thinks theyre great, but they dont really go well with the worlds largest muffin-top. I remember what went into it - 100% chocolate chip. I guess I should vary my workout a little more, and hopefully balance my body shape.
Perhaps its time I tried something new
© 2008 Shaun Finnie
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THE FAT BLOKE DIARIES
Episode Eight Power Up!
Apparently your weight increases as the day progresses, so youll appear lighter if you weigh yourself earlier in the day. I have of course tried this; anything to lose an easy pound or so. Normally I get weighed at around 6pm, but the other day I got on the scales as soon as I got up, just to see if it really did make a difference. Amazingly I was a whole three pounds lighter than the day before! Now either the liposuction-fairies had visited in the night, or there really is something in this timing theory. So I got to thinking; maybe I could lose an entire stone in one swoop if I could figure out some way to get weighed two weeks last Tuesday?
Inventing time-travel is a bit of a desperate measure, but desperate situations call for them, and I am indeed getting a bit desperate. I was looking for my face the other day. It took a good few minutes studying the mirror before I recognised it. It was hidden beneath the lumpy pudding fat thats still stuck on the front of my head. Apart from those few pounds the other week, Ive made such very little weight-loss progress, and its getting boring.
Its time to add a new weapon to my lard-attack armoury. Enter the Wii Fit board.
Much beloved by eBayers but the bane of panic-buying parents in the run-up to Christmas, the white balance board claims to be usable by persons of up to 23 stones. That was good enough for me, so (after getting an anonymous tip off that a store that I cant name for fear of causing a run on them had just taken delivery of six boards) the plastic plank found its way into my house.
The software that allows you to turn your own living room into an aerobics gym allows a choice of virtual trainers. I selected a chummy Stepford-husband Coach-With-No-Name, but Ive rapidly learned to detest his calm, measured style of encouragement. He makes everything seem incredibly simple, and praises my pathetic attempts with an almost sycophantic zeal. Ive decided to call him Derek, after an old office manager whom I despised with a passion. My respect for Derek knows no beginning, especially as he doesnt actually exist.
Hes apparently been programmed by a sadist. At no time to date have I heard him say, Try to do a normal push-up, then when youre at your highest point turn your body and shift your entire weight onto one straight arm. While holding this position, point the other arm in the air, Travolta-like. Now lose your balance and fall nose-first onto the balance board, threatening to break it on its very first day out of the box. He hasnt said it, but I think that he should, because thats precisely what happened to me when I tried to follow one of his more brutal routines.
What he has said though is While you are exercising, imagine your perfect body. Now I know that he means this as a motivational tool aimed to make me work harder by imagining how thin and toned Ill look, but I cant help it, it always cracks me up. I have to stop working out because Im laughing too much, as the perfect body that Im imagining usually belongs to Cindy Crawford.
There are those who insist that working out with a Wii Fit isnt proper exercise, that it isnt the same as jogging on the wintry streets, or taking a class in a gym. That may be true, but to those people I say this; I dont believe that Nintendo made the Wii Fit for you, but for people like me.
Im (still) a fat bloke. I wouldnt be able to run or even jog for more than a couple of minutes before collapsing at the side of the road, waiting for a merciful trucker with very loose steering to put me out of my misery. Seriously, for all my physical improvements over the last few months I still pretty much get out of breath going up a couple of flights of stairs not really too good as I work on the eighth floor. Jogging is, as yet, not an option for me.
But six minutes of step on a three-inch high wedge of plastic? Now thats something that even I can manage. And after just a few weeks of using it Im now au fait with side twists, lunges and even the dreaded parallel stretch. Im throwing yoga shapes, intensifying my workout by adding light weights to my routine and have even attempted the heart-pounding twelve-minute super-advanced shadow boxing. Which for some reason features Derek pretending to have a gruff voice. I think hes trying to sound hard.
Most of all Im heaving my 43 year old backside off the sofa, moving it around more than it used to and making it and the rest of me sweaty. Im doing some of this every day, and Im loving it. Thats got to be a good thing.
If anyone from Nintendos reading this, you know where to send the cheque.
So if I combine this new electronic tool with the pedalling and some walking in the woods and beautiful rolling hills near home, surely this new, more balanced exercise schedule will be more effective.
But Im drawing the line somewhere. Im not being talked into getting a High School Musical dance mat.
© 2008 Shaun Finnie
Episode Eight Power Up!
Apparently your weight increases as the day progresses, so youll appear lighter if you weigh yourself earlier in the day. I have of course tried this; anything to lose an easy pound or so. Normally I get weighed at around 6pm, but the other day I got on the scales as soon as I got up, just to see if it really did make a difference. Amazingly I was a whole three pounds lighter than the day before! Now either the liposuction-fairies had visited in the night, or there really is something in this timing theory. So I got to thinking; maybe I could lose an entire stone in one swoop if I could figure out some way to get weighed two weeks last Tuesday?
Inventing time-travel is a bit of a desperate measure, but desperate situations call for them, and I am indeed getting a bit desperate. I was looking for my face the other day. It took a good few minutes studying the mirror before I recognised it. It was hidden beneath the lumpy pudding fat thats still stuck on the front of my head. Apart from those few pounds the other week, Ive made such very little weight-loss progress, and its getting boring.
Its time to add a new weapon to my lard-attack armoury. Enter the Wii Fit board.
Much beloved by eBayers but the bane of panic-buying parents in the run-up to Christmas, the white balance board claims to be usable by persons of up to 23 stones. That was good enough for me, so (after getting an anonymous tip off that a store that I cant name for fear of causing a run on them had just taken delivery of six boards) the plastic plank found its way into my house.
The software that allows you to turn your own living room into an aerobics gym allows a choice of virtual trainers. I selected a chummy Stepford-husband Coach-With-No-Name, but Ive rapidly learned to detest his calm, measured style of encouragement. He makes everything seem incredibly simple, and praises my pathetic attempts with an almost sycophantic zeal. Ive decided to call him Derek, after an old office manager whom I despised with a passion. My respect for Derek knows no beginning, especially as he doesnt actually exist.
Hes apparently been programmed by a sadist. At no time to date have I heard him say, Try to do a normal push-up, then when youre at your highest point turn your body and shift your entire weight onto one straight arm. While holding this position, point the other arm in the air, Travolta-like. Now lose your balance and fall nose-first onto the balance board, threatening to break it on its very first day out of the box. He hasnt said it, but I think that he should, because thats precisely what happened to me when I tried to follow one of his more brutal routines.
What he has said though is While you are exercising, imagine your perfect body. Now I know that he means this as a motivational tool aimed to make me work harder by imagining how thin and toned Ill look, but I cant help it, it always cracks me up. I have to stop working out because Im laughing too much, as the perfect body that Im imagining usually belongs to Cindy Crawford.
There are those who insist that working out with a Wii Fit isnt proper exercise, that it isnt the same as jogging on the wintry streets, or taking a class in a gym. That may be true, but to those people I say this; I dont believe that Nintendo made the Wii Fit for you, but for people like me.
Im (still) a fat bloke. I wouldnt be able to run or even jog for more than a couple of minutes before collapsing at the side of the road, waiting for a merciful trucker with very loose steering to put me out of my misery. Seriously, for all my physical improvements over the last few months I still pretty much get out of breath going up a couple of flights of stairs not really too good as I work on the eighth floor. Jogging is, as yet, not an option for me.
But six minutes of step on a three-inch high wedge of plastic? Now thats something that even I can manage. And after just a few weeks of using it Im now au fait with side twists, lunges and even the dreaded parallel stretch. Im throwing yoga shapes, intensifying my workout by adding light weights to my routine and have even attempted the heart-pounding twelve-minute super-advanced shadow boxing. Which for some reason features Derek pretending to have a gruff voice. I think hes trying to sound hard.
Most of all Im heaving my 43 year old backside off the sofa, moving it around more than it used to and making it and the rest of me sweaty. Im doing some of this every day, and Im loving it. Thats got to be a good thing.
If anyone from Nintendos reading this, you know where to send the cheque.
So if I combine this new electronic tool with the pedalling and some walking in the woods and beautiful rolling hills near home, surely this new, more balanced exercise schedule will be more effective.
But Im drawing the line somewhere. Im not being talked into getting a High School Musical dance mat.
© 2008 Shaun Finnie
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Great blog. 
Good for you
Good for you
mesmerized.
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OMG, this is great, good luck.
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I 
my Wii Fit. I got it 2 mos ago now and I've lost a grand total of 7 lbs. 
And like you, I struggle with food. I love to eat and everything here seems to be fried or loaded with gravy and butter. And I love sweets..chocolate especially. I can't believe how much post-Halloween chocolate I chowed down on. Ugh.
my Wii Fit. I got it 2 mos ago now and I've lost a grand total of 7 lbs. And like you, I struggle with food. I love to eat and everything here seems to be fried or loaded with gravy and butter. And I love sweets..chocolate especially. I can't believe how much post-Halloween chocolate I chowed down on. Ugh.
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OK - you've convinced me - back on my WiiFit I go.
Keep plugging along.
(love your writing style.)
Keep plugging along.
(love your writing style.)
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Santa is bringing me a wii fit for Christmas....I'll be working with you across the "POND"!!! Keep up the good work! And thanks for being an inspiration!
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Thanks for reading everyone, and for the kind words. The Wii, the static bike and a little walking has had an effect now. I've lost a whole stone! (for non-British people - and I believe that there might be one or two on here who live in strange, foreign places 
- that's fourteen pounds)
Thanks for the encouragement
- that's fourteen pounds)Thanks for the encouragement
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Keep those stones rolling..hopefully far away from you!
14 pounds is a lot of weight!! I lost a lot of weight 20 years ago, and I loved that everything was easier just in day-to-day life: going up stairs, running to get out of the rain, etc. I love your wry sense of humor. I'm trying to lose 10 lbs, but the long holiday weekend seems to have wiped out my efforts!! Anyway, keep going.
I see you have a trip to WDW planned in '09--think how easy it'll be to walk around. Envision not holding your gut in while you're at the pool.
I see you have a trip to WDW planned in '09--think how easy it'll be to walk around. Envision not holding your gut in while you're at the pool.
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I found this strictly by accident, but I have to tell you, you've got me 
I too have much weight to lose (much more than you) and you really are an inspiration. I have a treadmill at home that doesn't get much use, especially now that I've had to put it away to make room for the Christmas tree for the next month or so. My DD is getting a Wii for Christmas, so I guess I need to go out and buy myself the Wii Fit. It really sounds like you are having fun with it. I hope to join you on your journey of losing yourself soon after the Christmas holiday! Keep up the hard work; you truly are an inspiration!
FWIW, I have been told that not only do you need cardio (biking) but also weight training. Apparently muscle burns fat faster and will help tone you quicker.
I too have much weight to lose (much more than you) and you really are an inspiration. I have a treadmill at home that doesn't get much use, especially now that I've had to put it away to make room for the Christmas tree for the next month or so. My DD is getting a Wii for Christmas, so I guess I need to go out and buy myself the Wii Fit. It really sounds like you are having fun with it. I hope to join you on your journey of losing yourself soon after the Christmas holiday! Keep up the hard work; you truly are an inspiration! FWIW, I have been told that not only do you need cardio (biking) but also weight training. Apparently muscle burns fat faster and will help tone you quicker.
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Thanks Debbie, but... what's "blood work"? Sounds scary?!!?!?!
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Blood work is when the Dr. takes blood and sends it off to the lab to see how your glucose, vitamins and cholesterol are. Only scary if you don't like needles.
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...also to check your triglycerides (fats). it is possible to be overweight with normal triglycerides (like me) just as it is possible to be thin and have triglycerides through the roof.
and yes, building muscle burns a lot of caleries.
i am a fat person with normal cholesterol and normal triglycerides. Why the *%&#$ am i fat? oh well.
keep it up thin bloke!!!
and yes, building muscle burns a lot of caleries.
i am a fat person with normal cholesterol and normal triglycerides. Why the *%&#$ am i fat? oh well.
keep it up thin bloke!!!
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Holey Moley,,,,I was cracking up. It was the oomph that hooked me.....that and the bicycle seat breaking....ouch!.
I'll just say good for you, at least you're doing something about it. Granted we get a benefit from your trials but hey I say you're doing a good job and I'll be rooting for you.
I'll just say good for you, at least you're doing something about it. Granted we get a benefit from your trials but hey I say you're doing a good job and I'll be rooting for you.
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