Clean eating information!
This is similar to what we are doing at my box though we are closer to paleo. No grains. No dairy. No sugar. All the veggies and protein you can eat and some fruits. I’m not hungry. I don’t feel deprived. I feel amazing! 7lbs down in less than a week.
Muscle tissue is more dense than fat , not heavier, so think about what a pound of apples would look like next to a pound of marshmallows, the marshmallows will take up much more space. Because a pound of muscle is smaller in size than a pound of fat (fat takes up about four times the space of muscle tissue), it’s possible to look and feel trimmer even if weight remains the same. Read more…
Keep it in perspective.
This is a great visual representation. Something we should all keep in mind.
'People need to be aware that EDNOS sufferers aren't just being a 'bit funny' about food. But because it's not as well-known as anorexia or bulimia, some sufferers don't feel people understand or take it seriously. That needs to change….BMI is used as a crude way of rationing services and has no clinical basis'
1. What a beautiful day for a run!
2. This sucks.
3. Well, five miles is only two and half miles each way, which is basically two miles each way, so I’m really only running four miles. That’s not too far.
4. It’s starting to feel far.
5. How long have I been running? A year?
6. SIX MINUTES?!
7. I can barely remember what my life was like before I started this run.
8. OK, concentrate. There are still four-plus miles to go.
9. But who counts the first and last mile? This is pretty much an easy three miler.
10. Oh, shit! A fellow jogger!
11. Should I wave?
12. I’m totally gonna wave.
13. OOOK, they didn’t wave back. Never doing that again.
14. Just keep running, no one saw. Except that old guy who may or may not be averting his eyes.
15. Man, I think I’m hitting that “second wind” thing my gym coach was talking about.
16. Wait, never mind. I’ve been running down a decline.
17. If I leap to avoid dog shit, does that make me a CrossFit athlete?
18. What the heck is CrossFit anyway?
19. Mental reminder: Google CrossFit when I get home.
20. If I ever get home.
21. If I had a heart attack right now, I wonder who would find my body.
22. OMG, I hope I never find a dead body. Joggers always find dead bodies.
23. Bodies. Body. Bod-ay. Runnin’ all day, no one can catch … may.
24. OK, I must be halfway done by now.
25. What?! Only two miles in?
26. Alright, stay focused. What am I going to eat when I get home?
27. I’m running five miles so I should probably eat five slices of pizza.
28. Or I could buy one pizza and ask them to cut it into five slices.
29. I should probably get a side salad too.
31. Fuck the salad actually.
32. Man, what are these people doing in front of me? Walking?!
33. Is this a contest to see who’s the worst at walking? Because you are both champions in my heart.
34. Maybe if I pound my feet on the ground they’ll hear me coming and let me pass.
35. Oh, God. They didn’t turn around and now I’m right behind them. They’re going to think they’re getting mugged by the world’s sweatiest criminal.
36. You know what? Now seems like a good time to run in the street.
37. * Jumps off curb * Parkour!
38. Hi hi hi please don’t hit me with your car.
39. Pedestrian pedestrianizing over here, let me cross.
40. Thank you, Mr. Blue Honda. I’m trying to smile at you but it probably looks like I’m having a stroke.
41. Actually, I wonder what I look like right now.
42. * Checks out reflection in shop window * Yeesh.
43. Is that what I look like when I run? What am I, a newborn deer with a drinking problem?
44. Whatever, I must be almost done by now.
45. Heck yes. Three miles down, two to go. It’s all downhill from here.
46. Except for that very real uphill in front of me. God damnit.
47. Wait, is that… Is that…
48. A DOG!
49. Hi dog! You are so cute. You are now my mascot. I will finish this run for you, pup.
50. And — hello — what do we have here? Your human is pretty cute too.
51. Hope you like drunk fawns, Cute Human.
52. Watch my bambi ass prance up this hill.
53. Holy shit, prancing is exhausting. I am exhausted.
54. Honestly, I don’t even like running.
55. Why do I even run?
56. Why does anyone even run?
57. Why are we even alive?
58. OK, let’s not go down that road.
59. Focus. Focus on that sweet, delicious ‘za waiting at the finish line, calling your name with its cheesy breath.
60. Wait, less than one mile to go? I am KILLING this run.
61. I AM THE SWIFTEST GOD OF ALL TWO-LEGGED CREATURES.
62. YES, including ostriches.
63. Honestly, I should sign up for a marathon.
64. What is it, like 30 miles?
65. That’s just 15 miles each way, which is practically 10, and 10 is twice five, and I can run five miles EASY.
66. That’s it, I’m doing it. Thirty miles.
67. Thirty-mile marathon…30-mile marathon…30 Rock marathon.
68. On second thought, I’ll probably just binge-watch every episode of 30 Rock. That takes a lot of dedication and I will be winded from laughing so hard.
69. But I could probably do a marathon IF I wanted.
70. OK, almost home. Should I shower first and order pizza or order pizza and shower before it shows up?
71. Yep, definitely ordering first. I earned that shit.
72. Oh, no. Oh god no. Another runner. Should I wave?
73. No, be strong! Do not get burned again.
74. OMG, SHE waved first! Hello! Yes! We are both runners! Look at us run!
75. I guess running’s not so bad.
I’m so sorry love. I could never even imagine what you must be going through right now, Mariska. You area very strong woman.
I just want to let you know that it’s ok to not feel ok. If you can’t find the strength, don’t force your mind and/or body to go through it either. You deserve all the time in the world that you need to grieve.
When you’re ready, ease into it as best you can. Exercise may help you if you’re feeling depressed. Go for walks or a bike ride around the beach, a lake, a park. If you feel like it, start strength training. I know these situations and no where near similar, but when I was diagnosed with depression as a teenager, strength training helped get my mind of things and helped me get better.
Grieve the way you feel you need to. Your mental health is always more important. Take care of your mind right now and you have time to take care of your body later. You may gain a couple pounds, but that’s normal.
Good luck love, my condolences
Just as you said, easing back into it. Do as much as you can and increase form there. If you’re not up to where you used to be before the break, don’t get discouraged. You’ll be back to where you were in no time. A week without working out isn’t bad at all. You shouldn’t see much of a decline in your results. A little yes, but not much.
It’s it great that you’re snacking on fresh fruits and vegetables. That’s what you should be snacking on and yes you should be snacking! :)
Binging is usually more associated with emotions than food. Figure out what is triggering your binges and figure out how to fix it from there.
One of my favorite quotes sort of applies here as well. “If you’re not willing to each healthy, you’re not really hungry.” Since binges are associated with emotions (happiness, sadness, boredom, stress, etc), you’re less likely to pick the healthy food no matter what I listed here. There’s an underlying reason why you are binging. Try to tackle that first.
Now there is a situation where your binges could be caused by food instead of emotions and that would be if your general eating habits were askew. If you’re restricting in an attempt to lose weight, this could cause binges because your body is in need of this fuel.
So figure out what’s causing your binges and go from there <3
Yes. I am expanding by the very second.
The button has popped off my jeans and holes are tearing in my t shirt as it struggles against my growing stomach. My clothes are stretching and stretching and - oh wait, they’ve ripped to shreds. My flabby body is now completely nude and wobbling like a jelly.
The sofa is sagging under my weight. *creeeeeeak* *crack* did you hear that? That was the woodwork collapsing under my colossal thighs. The floorboards are groaning under my weight, which I now estimate to be around half a ton. Oh. Wait. Make that a whole ton.
My body is now the size of the whole room, pressing aggressively against the walls and doors. Help! I have nowhere to go from here!
My belly is ramming into the windows and they smash outwards. I’m now spilling out onto the street. Drivers are abandoning their vehicles and the kids who were playing on the pavement have run inside screaming.
Police sirens wail down the road and helicopter propellers are throbbing overhead. Firefighters approach the building, but they’re too late. The roof has burst open and my limbs are sticking out of all entrances. I am wearing the house like a summer dress.
There have been fatalities! My car-sized foot has crushed a family of four beneath its staggering weight! But alas, the police cannot arrest me, for they’d need handcuffs the size of an Olympic athletics track to detain me!
Hurrah! The bricks and mortar encasing me have finally given way! Bricks and slates spray all around me, taking down the swarms of FBI agents surrounding the perimeter.
I start down the street, trampling cars and children, flailing my arms into skyscrapers which collapse into piles of dust and rubble.
Godzilla comes storming after me, but he is no threat, for I now weigh eight hundred tons. I bitchslap that green bastard out the way and hear a faint moan of defeat from his toothy mouth.
BUT WAIT. My skin has no more elasticity! My organs are the size of apartment complexes! How much longer can this-
BOOM. I explode, showering the people of England in clumps of inflated flesh and bone.
The funeral was a small, intimate affair. Very moving. There was only one speaker: my grieving mother.
She said: “I sure wish the human body knew how to handle an extra 800 calories every once in a while.”
Oh my lord.
Well now I can correctly moonwalk away from uncomfortable situations
Because everyone deserves to know how to do a mean moonwalk.
Romanticisation of Mental Illness, Kelsey Weaver
this is so fucking powerful