This might be the only thing you read about metabolism that isn’t trying to sell you something.
Your metabolism is the rate at which your body burns energy. Your body uses calories for energy, like your car uses gas for energy. You need energy (calories) to power your body’s systems, such as digestion and circulation. But you also need calories to move.
When you eat too many calories, you store them as fat. This is where things get complicated: Calories from sugar are more likely to be stored as fat because sugar tricks your body into thinking “here come a lot of calories.” And it’s usually right: It’s easy to pack a LOT of calories into sugary foods. But I’ll keep this at a high level for now.
You want a FAST metabolism, meaning your body burns a LOT of calories. If you’re trying to lose weight, you need to burn more calories than you eat. Obviously, you should eat less. But there are three ways you burn calories:
Basal metabolic...
I was 11 years old the first time an adult pointed out a dimple on my leg. I could feel the heat of embarrassment flush my cheeks as I tried to melt into the floor. Something was wrong with me. Up until that point I had never given my body much thought. I loved my body, it served a purpose. I grew up with 4 brothers. I was an athlete and a tomboy. I could keep up with any boy in the neighborhood in a pick up game of basketball or baseball and I had always felt strong. I ate what I wanted with little thought.
That one thoughtless comment by an adult at the age of eleven led me down a long journey of battling eating disorders, body dysmorphia and low self-esteem.
My belief that there was something wrong with me was solidified a few months later while at a slumber party with friends. The girls decided to weigh themselves. I had never given much thought about what I weighed. The only time I had been on a scale was at a doctors office. When my turn came, I stepped...
Let me start by saying we are 100% aware that you don't get a vaccine in the ass. They put it in your arm. However, if we titled this "Take It In The Arm" you probably wouldn't be reading right now.
Since you're here. You might as well keep reading. I actually started writing this post weeks ago and everyday I've had to go back and edit it.
“I can’t breathe….I don’t want to die.”
This was a message I received from my mother 35 days ago.
My mother was admitted to the hospital with COVID-19 on August 25th.
She was 72 years old. She lived a sedentary life, had severe seasonal allergies and asthma. No other medical issues.
My step-father is 63 years old. He works at a steel mill, is in pretty good shape, and has no underlying health conditions.
He was admitted to the hospital on August 30th with COVID-19, 5 days after my mother.
Both of them presented with COVID viral pneumonia and extremely high fevers.
I won't...
Recently we were “outed”. Even though we took every precaution we knew to take, hiding our faces, geoblocking our location and blocking everyone in our personal lives from our social media accounts, it still got out.
We were prepared for it, we knew it would eventually happen and we were ready to have those tough conversations. What we weren’t ready for or didn’t expect, was the loving and kind way that our family and friends, real friends, would respond to it.
Our family didn’t bat an eye and continued to love us, no questions asked. They didn’t chastise us or lecture us. In fact my 74yr old Mother-in-law was unphased. A true expression of unconditional love. Our friends, our TRUE friends supported us and told us basically to tell everyone else to go fuck themselves. They had our backs and could care less.
What we’re “doing”, providing health and fitness to a demographic who want and need it, isn’t wrong. Nor does it...
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