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July 25, 2007
Fat is contagious?
New York Times link. Registration required.
16 years ago
"Historical" map of obesity in the US
Want to lose weight? Simple. Stop eating anything that has sugar or corn syrup in it. It works
as simple as that.
Works for everyone I know who has tried it.
*peels open package of lard for supper, washes it down with cups of steamy chicken gravy, waits impatiently for pounds to melt away from sugar-free diet*
*note to self: reply with regrets to Fish Tick's dinner invite*
Well, it may work for the majority of lazy lard-asses, but there is no question that some people put on weight due to medical conditions, or side-effect of medicine (such as anti-depressants) or they have some kind of genetic weight factor. The best way to lose weight is to actually exercise. Cutting out sugar is a good idea, but it's in everything from bread to baked beans. I would say a better idea is to cut out fats & dairy products. You need sugar in your diet.
Different diets work for different people, but the exercise thing is something that everyone can benefit from. I've dropped about four inches around my middle by doing a daily hike in Runion Canyon. I feel better too.
I believe sugar is far better for your health than artificial sweeteners. Besides, sugar has 5 kcalories/gram, compared to fat's 9 kcalories/gram.
Want to lose weight? Simple. Stop carrying around those useless limbs and all that poop and extra blood. It's fast! Additional ways: invest in helium water-wings, move to a micro-gravity environment, and, most of all,
forget where you put it
Want to lose weight? Simple. Jump off a tall building. For several moments (until you achieve terminal velocity), you will be weightless! Can't be faster than instantaneous!
Unfortunately, SMT, I'm doing my part to turn Idaho red :(
or side-effect of medicine (such as anti-depressants)
Yup, I hear ya. And now that I've been off the anti-depressants for several months, I'm eating sugar because I'm still depressed. This sucks.
As much as I want to deny it, exercise works. I always thought exercise was the arena of the idiot, people with nothing to say competing for the best stool samples. I am wrong. The evil treadmill taught me that to make the (largely imaginary) goals I had set for myself required concentration. I have found that I can't be depressed when I exercises 'cause it's so hard. I don't think about anything but making the fucking numbers. Blue Horse, explain to me why you are off anti-depressants. I want to take them till I die. Speaking seriously, they changed my life. And, just to stay on topic, I read the NYT piece. I guess people are suggestible. Am I stating the obvious here?
My old man's favorite joke (other than "What's up, you ask? Well: Upper Mongolia, Upper Montclair..."): Wanna lose 10 pounds of ugly fat? Cut off your head.
He also loved it when he taught me that old card game 52 Pick-Up. I'm beginning to realize that he's a bit of a sadist...
Hey, does he make jokes about having another family and disappear for months at a time?.
MonkeyFilter: the arena of the idiot, people with nothing to say competing for the best stool samples
Blanky, I'm bipolar depressive, and you'll have to pry my Lamictal from my cold, dead fingers. That's what keeps me stable enough not to suicide, but I don't want to take anti-depressants. I hate them because they make me feel like I"m wrapped in wool. I'm in a lousy situation that makes me depressed and angry, and the a-ds keep me passive enough not to do anything about it. I'm still depressed off them, because, at this point, I'm horribly stuck between the two poles of changing or not changing things in a major way for fear of making the situation worse. But there seems to be no middle ground to where I could be content. Additionally, I have no job, and no prospects. I've been applying for a couple months now without luck, and that's enough to make anyone want to give up. Come Sept, I'll be substitute teaching, and that will give me some money, but it won't give me a 'real' job, and subbing drains me to the point I have no energy for anything else, either exercise, looking for another job, evaluating my situation, whatever. I don't want drugs, I want change. I know I need to go see someone, but I have no energy and, until Sept, no money. I don't come to MF to think about this crap. Being here helps me stay sane. More cockpunch, please.
I got a better theory: Fat is Spontaneous.
My fat is contiguous. With more fat.
I JUST noticed the 2 oranges in that poster. And the "Red Ball" logo. Nice touches. If fat is contagious, I'm off to be a hermit!
Ah yes, but the report also means that thin is contagious. Just hang out with skinnies instead of chubbies.
you'll have to pry my Lamictal from my cold, dead fingers...
Cockpunch is teh good. Almost as good as exercise. I'm not depressive but I've had the blues like everyone else, Granma, and i've found that exercise is a great mood lifter. That plus music. Also when you feel you don't have energy - that's the time when exercise is most helpful. Because it'll give you back that energy you're missing. Yoga's a great place to start. Oh yeah and as far as meds go, they say that Cognitive Behavior Therapy often works just as well...? But then I don't have direct experience with what you're going through so this is just my usual arrogant opinionation. 'nuff said, now you take care, Granma. I don't wanna lose ya.
Speaking of produce labels From
Classic Produce Labels #2
Classic Produce Labels #1
Fat is neither created nor destroyed, only transferred. So if I lose 2 kilos, they float around the chip van at the end of my street, waiting to attach themselves to someone else.
Thanks, SB. Seems like lately, I have ... relied on the kindness of strangers. Damn, Williams has such great lines: Most peoples' lives -- what are they but trails of debris, each day more debris. . .with nothing to clean it all up but, finally death We're all of us sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins. There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go. “Death is one moment, and life is so many of them”
GramMa, hang in there. I need your wisdom.
Psst, Lara, wisdom okay but baked goods also needed
Well, that goes without saying. I likes me some crabnerry muffins.
I have waited a while before responding because I really wanted to say something helpful and tender to the Bluest Horse. Thank you for your very open explanation of your depression issues. Some one said once that the only reason to stick around was to see what happens next. Maybe that's a place to start. I had a really awful thing happen to me a few weeks ago and started to think that maybe I had been victim of a little too much of the bad and that it was ok to slip away. Then things got better. I think you should always give the 'better' an opportunity to raise it's sweet head. Accept the small nice things-they accumulate over time and make strength. In the mean time, eat a big raft of pancakes with blueberries in them (add the berries last) with lots of syrup. And powdered sugar on top, And a big pat of melty butter. Then get back on the fucking treadmill. Blanky
I got really thin a couple years ago by eating healthily and going to the gym to run on the treadmill every day for a month. I did one mile a day, and I did light weight lifting. My closest friend began gaining weight at that time. Maybe envy causes the reverse effect. Also I recently began taking a women's multivitiamin and a magnesium supplement every day. Something about getting all the right nutrients has caused me not to crave crappy food- I can't stop eating tomatoes and rice. If there are any booze hounds out there, when I cut back on my wine intake, I lost about 4 lbs. in 2 weeks.
*takes loaf of whole grain and flax from oven* Addy, Blue? I'll ship out the omega's just for you.
I've been moderately losing weight; my mom, though has been moderately gaining weight. So anecdotally, not quite true in my situation. *hugs GranMa*
Hey, Blue Horse, if you make those pancakes, make them cornmeal and use real maple syrup. It's fucking delicious that way, and so much better for you. In general, I think sugar exacerbates depression. If you can switch it out for honey/molasses/maple syrup or even just turbinado you'll probably improve your overall mood/health and still get to eat the sweet things that you like so much. I'm sorry you're having a hard time right now.
Thanks for the kind thoughts, ever'body *grabs bootstraps
MonkeyFilter: get back on the fucking treadmill
Very nice, TUM! Me likes.
DX, you ol'sweetie. Yup, I'm taking my Lamictal, B's and omegas. Plus lots of fruits and vegies. And a smidgen of cockpunch in the morning