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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.


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.


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


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


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”.


Passionate, not obsessed.


Fitspo. Fitfam. Inkfit. CleanEating. Revenge Of The Hashtag

I hate hashtags. I detest how in order for people to see your post you have to “tag” it, making us all on-line graffiti attention* seekers. It drives me wild…..I like attention, sort of.  I don’t deliberately go out of my way for people to look at me, but I’m heavily tattooed, I have a mohawk & I’m pretty tall, so yeah….I don’t blend in.  However, on-line I don’t add all those tags to my posts (I just wanna add, I DO use hashtags, but not the crazy madeup internet speak, I tried it & hated it)

One of the reasons I had actually delayed my going back to the gym was because I didn’t want to become everything I hated about the beautiful people** I imagined that everyone was the way I’d made them in my head.  Self-righteous, sanctimonious, holier-than-thou stuck up muscle clad humans that looked through their noses at anyone with more than 2% body fat.

I know this isn’t true, but it will never stop me hating the hashtags. Why do I need “Fitfam” on a progress picture? These people are not family & if they were, the tag would be family, surely?  I know they’re there as a social media tool, I guess they’re helpful for those who use social media to drum up business.  Maybe it’s because I don’t feel the need to increase my likes, I love it when someone whom I look up to likes a post or a picture – Hell, I got a like from Samantha Wright (AKA PixieStrength) & it made me happy.  However, I’m not gonna tag the hell out of a picture in gibberish in the hope strangers from far & wide like it & that gives me fake internet points.

This doesn’t mean you shouldn’t post tags like that, if it’s what you want to do. I’ll never search for those kinds of tags on line – If I ever do, I’ll give someone permission to rub it in my face.

I don’t like them.  I am not overly enthralled by motivation pictures either…..

This one, I like.

*Real life Graffiti taggers are artists, not attention seekers.
**Beautiful people: those who are sculpted & defined the way you’d imagine a God to look.