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Originally Posted by Random
I second this post.
Detoxing can be very dangerous. Do an internet search for people who have died or at least landed in the hospital because of a detoxing cleanse.
There is no magic way to lose weight.
I'm going to be harsh here because I need to say it for myself...
The only way to lose weight and keep it off it to stop putting crap into your body and get moving.
That's it... that is the ONLY way...
I've gained 50 lbs in the last two years...
I'm heaver than I have ever been in my life... 224
Why? Because I over ate, I ate crap, I stopped being mindful of my addiction and I poisioned my body with sugar and fat to the point where I now physically crave the shit...
I feel like shit because I stopped moving... All my muscle has turned to flab.... My back hurts/goes out because of the weight of my belly, my feet/ knees hurt because my frame is not meant to suport all this extra weight.
Nothing is going to change any of this except me stop putting crap in my mouth and get moving....
Cookies, brownies, my lovely french bread, chips, gravy, fried foods, process foods... It's all crap... It's poision... My body is starving, dying of thirst while I sit here and drink my hazlnut coffee with it's two sugars... My fourth cup today...
I have fruit rotting in the fridge, but that bag of cheese popcorn my son left here last night is half gone
Sigh... I say... no more... no more trying to trick my body into thinking that the snackwells are ok to eat because they are *reduced fat*
I say no more to trying to kill myself the slow way because I'm bored, or upset or *well, she knows I have a problem with (insert junk food of choice) and she brought it into the house so I'm going to eat all of it*
I've been over weight since I was 9 yrs old... I know how to lose weight, I know how to keep it off... It's hard, and it hurts, and it SUCKS big time to look at a piece of bread and ask myself.. *Is this more important that you?*
But It's time... Before there is no more time...
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I wanted to applaud when I read this post Random. Thank you.
We can rationalize anything, can't we? And yet, we know what's true.
I take after my father's side of the family. They're not the healthiest bunch....heart disease, diabetes, Parkinson's, various cancers...the list seems endless, and each and every one of them has multiple serious health conditions from an early age.
Compared to the bulk of them, I'm healthy....and I have type 2 diabetes and take pills for diabetes, high triglycerides and high blood pressure. I have since I was about 40.
Here's the deal. Historically, they were farmers. They did hard physical work. They were active. They ate mostly real food (like we all did before the advent of fast food, high fructose corn syrup and all the artificial crap we kid ourselves is food, beginning only in my generation). Did they bake and eat cakes and cookies and stuff? Heck yes. Did they eat cheese and butter in large quantities? Hell, yes....they were
dairy farmers. Were they slim? No. They were "stocky"....not huge...just solid, big people. Yes, my grandfather died young of a heart attack, but most of them lived an average lifespan with only average health issues.
Fast forward to the present....when they are no longer farmers. They are no longer active. They live on crap....white flour, sugar, artificial everything, processed everything, no fresh fruit and veggies...just crap. It's killing them....and it's killing them younger and younger and in more and more horrible ways. All of the genetic weaknesses that have always been there are now active and thriving...and they are all sick...really sick...and really overweight.
At a family gathering I sat and watched them stuff ice cream and sweet tea into a toddler who was already literally too fat to walk....and who kept turning her head away to refuse the food. They kept insisting, and finally she gave up and ate more. I listened to my favorite cousin, who is 12 years younger than me, laugh and shake her head about not being able to get her A1c below 11 (which is flat out dangerous)....while she spooned in all of the crap on the dessert table at the Golden Corral. I listened to her older sister (my age) tell me about her latest battle with cancer....her fourth.
One of my aunts died a few years back from complications of diabetes. They systematically cut gangrenous pieces off of her but couldn't keep up. Her organs shut down one after the other. The morphine stopped working. It was the most horrible way to die that I can imagine. She was 54. And, I'm sorry....but she did it to herself. I knew that woman. I watched her eat. As a diabetic, she would sit down and consume a 2 lb. bag of Hydrox cookies at one sitting just to watch a TV show. She weighed 400 lbs. Essentially, she killed herself with food.
Her daughter, who watched her die, is 13 years younger than me....looks 15 years older....weighs 350....and is following in her mother's footsteps.
This breaks my heart.
Here's the deal. These are good, loving, caring, warm, compassionate people. And they are killing themselves with spoons and forks.
This is what's motivating me...and scaring the hell out of me...enough to make some changes. For me, there is no food that tastes good enough to die the death my aunt did.