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Let’s Talk About Food

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, food!  Glorious food.  There’s so much to choose from, not just the different flavours but different lifestyles too.  It’s no wonder people can get confused about what to eat & where to shop to get the best value/quality products.

However, my intro has very little to do with the rest of this post.  I merely wanted to illustrate that we have more choices now than ever before on what fuel we put into our bodies.

So, kids.  Who has them?  I DO!  both my boys are tall and very lean, they eat good, wholesome foods with the occasional treat; cos let’s face it….who doesn’t want a treat?!  Aaaaaaaanyhoo, if they’re at the table & tell us that they’re finished – even if there is food left on the plate, what is the response from the parent:

A:  Tell them that they can leave their plate & they’re hungry later, the food will still be there. (up to an hour-ish)

B: Force them to finish their meal, by saying they get nothing else/no dessert.

C: Just give them the dessert because it’s easier

I don’t want to know your answer, I am not here to lecture & judge you on what you eat & how to raise your children, however let me tell you a story:

As a child,if my mother left food on her plate/said she was full before clearing her plate, she’d be reminded that there were starving children in Africa who would LOVE the food that she was refusing to eat. I too remember being told this by my grandmother when I was eating at her house during the brief time I lived in the UK as a child.

Now, it takes approximately twenty minutes AFTER eating for your brain to register that you are full – so if, you feel full whilst you still have food on your plate imagine how you’re going to feel twenty minutes later.  Team that with essentially being forced by guilt in to finishing the food on your plate…..how will you feel then?!

Ordering your child to finish their food, despite them telling you they’re full is borderline abuse!  Their brain/stomach is telling them they no longer need to eat food – yet you are telling them to finish it.  Would you do that to yourself?  You feel full.  You still have food on your plate.  You eat it? No.Why would you do that?  You box it & refrigerate it for later, or maybe give it to the dog but I cannot see that any adult would willingly force more food into their face.

Both my mother & grandmother now have type 2 Diabetes. Coincidence?  Type 2 can be brought on by being overweight, along with other factors; such as age, genetics & ethnicity. Your risk of developing it increases if (as a woman) you have a waist measuring over 31.5″ – this is due to the fat around the abdomen area releases chemicals that can upset your cardiovascular & metabolic systems.  My mother & grandmother are not thin ladies – their Diabetes diagnosis’ concerned me – before I began training my waist was 33″, I’m now at 30.5″

Still don’t believe me that what you do to your children can affect their adult lifestyles?

Exhibit A:

I’m not saying every kid who is forced to finish their food will have a heart attack at 32, but the pattern is usually an overweight child equals an overweight/obese adult. Do you want to outlive your children? Do you want to have a “we need a bigger coffin” conversation with a funeral director, or contact the local zoo to have them cremated?  (This is due to normal crematorium not being able to burn the body due to its size/fat percentage) Do you want them to arrive at the funeral home on a flatbed truck due to hearses not being reinforced to hold their weight?

If my words have scared you, for you or for your kids then good because I have made my point. MAKE THE CHANGE, before it’s too late.

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I’m As Mad As Hell……

Another post I’ve pondered for a few days.

“It’s so easy for you. You’re thin already….”

“I bet you hardly have to work at all”

Sound familiar?

Well……let’s discuss why you should never, ever, ever, EVER say these to someone who trains.  (Even if you think it’s a compliment, it isn’t; you’re disregarding EVERYTHING they’ve done, so NO. Stop it. Now.)

Point one:

You may see me as thin.

You may have even thought the same a year ago when I weighed over a stone more than I do now. I carry my weight relatively well (I’m 5 foot 10 too), but that doesn’t mean I’m “thin”. Up until recently, my BMI (even though I loathe it) said I was overweight. My body fat percentage, again has only recently come down to a normal range.

It’s easy for me?  It’s EASY for me?  It’s easy for ME?! 

How dare you assume these things! Have you seen me train? do you know how far I’ve come in 8 months? Do you know how many times I’ve woken up & not wanted to go to the gym? Do you understand how disheartening it is not being able to lift more/do more reps/cycle faster one week to the next? You don’t see the struggle, you don’t see me willing myself to do that last rep, to pedal past the overwhelming quad soreness.

You don’t see me spend my Sunday’s cooking food for the week, or making sure I’ve packed protein shakes/snacks/spare socks etc. You don’t see me compare myself to others & look at how much our progress varies & how much I want to be better/stronger/more defined.  You don’t know how many times I’ve struggled to walk down stairs or get changed because muscles on me have screamed at them being used for the slightest of tasks.  (Can I get a Whoop-Whoop for DOMS???)

Point two: See point one’s reply, oh and……


The “Muscle Weighs More Than Fat” Debacle

Logic is the use & study of valid reasoning.  Logic is “something that we know to be true” so WHY does logic fly out the window when it comes to people training & wanting to lose weight?

I have many, many pet hates & have often been told I’m an angry person, I’m not.  I just don’t suffer fools gladly.  I cannot stand double negatives, people putting themselves down & moronic sayings like “muscle weighs more than fat.” It just doesn’t & the sooner you stop saying it, the more intelligent you become.  (my annoyance list is longer than this, but let’s keep it there)

Let’s investigate:

Muscle Weighs More Than Fat

HOW? How can the weight of something firm be more than that of something soft?  Switch it to something else, lets go extreme….lead and feathers.

Hrmmmm, those scales look level to me.  Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa?  How can this be?  Lead is obviously heavier, than feathers.  Isn’t it? Is it?  No.  No. NO. NO!

A pound is a pound is a pound is a pound is a pound is a pound!  A pound of feathers weighs the same as a pound of lead.  The same goes for muscle versus fat. A pound of muscle is the same as a pound of fat; in weight, not density.  What you mean & what you say are two different things.

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This may sound a little harsh, but when you realise what you’ve been saying for years is utterly preposterous, perhaps you’ll change your mind.  Otherwise, if you’re unsure if your statement defies logic; Google may have the answer for you.

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I’ll leave you with some “food for thought”

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Muscle is more dense, so takes up less space that fat

60-kg

Identical weight, but entirely different physiques


Dear You……

I know you see me a lot in gym gear, or zooming past you on my bike.  You sometimes see a status from me on social media talking about what I’ve been up to in the gym, or maybe you’ve seen photos on instagram of food I’ve made. You smile when you see me, tell me I’m getting smaller and in the next breath; tell me I’m obsessed with training.  You may look at me like I’m crazy when I tell you what time I get up to go & train, you sometimes tell me that I’m mad, or it will damage my health doing this.

You are not helping me.

You may think that your remarks, looks and comments are in jest or perhaps, somewhere deep down inside your heart that you are, in fact helping.  You are wrong.  You cannot seem to comprehend how damaging what you’re saying actually is.

Do I tell you you’re “obsessed” with whatever passion you’re pursuing? Do I just look at you & shake my head when you tell me something that you’re really excited about? Even if I don’t understand why your passion burns so brightly?  Why would I do that? You’re clearly extremely happy with where you’re going & what you’re doing, so why am I received with groans, looks of shock/disbelief when I tell you I did a 70kg deadlift?

My passion burns just as brightly as yours, even if you cannot see it or even attempt to understand it.  You admire how much I’ve changed, but then offer me chocolates & sweets; saying “it’s only one.  Go on, treat yourself” Do you know that I have issues with food? No.  Because I don’t talk about it.

A few months ago, your comments would have caused me worry. Worry if I was doing the right thing, worry that I’d develop Orthorexia, worry that I’d hurt myself, worry about whether it was all going to be worth it.  I don’t worry about your words now, but you should think more before you speak, even if you *think* you’re helping, reverse the situation:  If I said that to you, about something you love; how would you feel?

My own personal pursuit of aesthetics as well as being able to do general day-to-day tasks (that you may take for granted) have no impact on you & your life.  The way I choose to live mine; has no impact on you.  Doing what I do gives me joy & inner calm that I’ve not experienced for years – so maybe, yes I am obsessed.  I’m obsessed with being happier than I’ve felt, I’m obsessed with eating to fuel my body, not to gorge on garbage, obsessed with making an active decision to stop needing painkillers, obsessed with seeing if I can lift more, push more, cycle faster or cook something that tastes incredible, but doesn’t also want to kill you. Obsessed with being better & feeling better.

It is a lot of effort, but that doesn’t mean my choices can be something for you to poke fun at.  I get you don’t understand, I do. I get that.  I know you’re not interested enough for me to be able to eloquently explain why I do what I do & that’s fine.  I don’t want to bore you, however please, please, please don’t interpret your not wanting to know as an excuse for telling me that I’m “obsessed”.

Regards,

Passionate, not obsessed.

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