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Margie talked me into trying to lose weight, so a couple of weeks ago i started exercising at the gym here at the apts. Thirty minutes on the treadmill, or one mile, which ever comes first, freeweight exercises, push ups and sit ups. Just doing what i know. But i've been getting the sinking feeling lately that it's all for naught. It's like looking at mt. everest from the bottom and not seeing the top. A tunnel with no light at the end. Impossible. i'm nearly four hundred pounds. i've been fat all of my life. it really feels hopeless. i'm not fishing for encouragement or anything. just speaking my peace. it just really seems pointless.
Posted by cainnum at 5:35 PM
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Dude, I feel you. When I started, I too weighed almost 400 pounds. To me, it helps to look at it like a job...you don't want to do it, but you have to, so you just do it and try not to think about it too much. Then, time flies by, and all of the sudden (it seems to you because you haven't been thinking about it too much) you've lost this enormous amount of weight. So, I recommend going to excercise everyday (like you would if someone would fire you if you didn't), and diet like you have a huge assortment of food alergies. This is how I go about it, but it might not be your thing...so...good luck! :)
We all feel that way sometimes! It really helps to set little goals and reward yourself for them. Like, when I lose 15 lbs, I'll uh. . .what ever it is you'd like to reward yourself with. And I just read in Prevention magazine that dieting is the most important part. It said that people who JUST exercise lost only 4 pounds in a year, but people who stuck to a streneous diet AND exercise plan lost way more. Be strong, ma brotha! You can do it! I've felt it was hopeless about once a week for the entire year it's taken me to lose 60 pounds.
Me, I kind of like to look at it like a Kung Fu movie. The fat has killed your father and dishonored your family by pissing all over your "ability to get chicks or up a flight of stairs without breaks" family shrine. So it's go time. You put on the headband, you get some baggy chino asian pants, grab yourself some haunches of meat and celery (for cool hitting sounds), and you find The Fat's hideout. You kick some ass. Course, I'm still fat...so.....Maybe you like a different genre?
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