yogi-health:
liftheavyshit-and-kickass:
healthiie:
Ok.
Stop.
Take a deep breath and put your thinking cap on.
I’m going to hit you with some wisdom, k?
Take your weight loss calorie goal, and just toss that number out the window. We’re not going to talk about that right now. We’re going to talk about that minor (or major) freak out we sometimes have when we’re having a really good week, eating really well, then we lose our damn minds and stuff our faces with delicious delicious junk food.
2000 calories is about what your body needs to maintain your weight and keep all your organs doing all those lovely keeping you alive things that they do. Your body burns all those calories at rest. That means that while you’re sitting on your ass, walking to the fridge and back, scrolling through tumblr, etc etc.. your body is making you breathe and make new cells and shit and burns those 2000 calories.
To gain a single pound, you’d have to eat another 3500 calories on top of those 2000. Thats 5500 calories. 5500 calories is a fucking lot of calories, okay? Lets take a look at what 5500 calories looks like.
- One slice of a large pepperoni pizza from pizza hut is 330 calories. You’d have to eat a little over 2 entire large pepperoni pizzas to hit 5500 calories.
- One crunchy taco from taco bell is 170 calories. To eat 5500 calories, you’d have to eat 32 tacos.
- One double cheeseburger from mcdonalds is 440 calories. 12 of those is 5500 calories.
- 21 cheetos are 160 calories. 714 cheetos are 5500 calories.
Was whatever junk you ate probably a bad choice health-wise? Probably.
Did you ruin all your progress? No.
Did you even eat enough to gain an entire whole pound? Nooope.
Are you going to survive, drink some water, go for a walk or run in the morning, and forgive yourself? Yep. You are.
Know why?
Cause shit happens.
But we move on, and we stay determined, and we get fucking results because thats how bad we want it. You started this journey, and you’re going to finish it. One bump in the road is just that. A little bump in your road.
So, k. Stop freaking out. Forgive yourself. You had a bad night but you’re going to make better choices next time. Now go drink that glass of water, take an advil, do some exercise, and remember that you’re a badass fitblr too full of determination to have any room for fucks to give.
I fucking love this. So right.
The worst thing you could do is freak out because that’ll stress you out and maybe cause you to eat more.
Enjoying a morning beer. Almost back to 2000 words and I really like where the story is going.
Also the chicken stock smells amazing. All the cats are wiggling their little noses.
My chicken stock is simmering in the crock pot. I hope this turns out, otherwise I put my hand in a chicken’s ass for nothing.
I also made a dessert! Warmed up brie with honey and mixed nuts on top. Ridiculously fast/easy and not so sweet that I start craving cake.
Tumblr, I hate you.
Calorie counters will tell you that you need to burn 3500 calories to burn off a pound a fat. Of course, weight loss isn’t linear, so even if you follow these directions, your metabolism could just be different and it doesn’t matter how well you maintain that calorie deficit. (Which is one of the reasons why people hit plateaus even when they’re doing everything right.)
livestrong.com says a 140 pound person running at 5.5 miles for half an hour burns roughly 300 calories. Multiply that by 6 to equal 3 total hours of running, and you only burn 1800 calories, not enough to burn a pound of fat at all. But this doesn’t even matter, because calories burned depends on your weight, and everyone weighs different amounts, and some people exert themselves harder than others.
So why do people make misleading graphics like this, as though running for 3 hours a week is this magic cure all that will leave you 52 pounds lighter at the end of the year? Like, it’s okay to promise people the world and then go “Well, I said ON AVERAGE. I’M JUST SAYING”
Stop offering bullshit false hope to people. And stop buying into bullshit false hope that people offer you. I think garbage like this is a huge factor in how many fitblrs just go dormant or disappear - contradictory or outright illogical information floating around everywhere and teenagers try to absorb all of it and they can’t. They get walls and walls of promises for the fast progress they want and then blame themselves when it doesn’t happen. People need to plan their fitness on solid foundations, not on anecdotes and bad science. (Source: tomorrow-isanewday, via getthin-or-dietrying)
I randomly noticed my brother’s hoodie sitting on our coat rack and decided to wear it while I putter around. This thing was huge on me when I was thirty pounds heavier so of course it’s like a tent now.
Someday I’ll have to give it away. Or bury it in my closet for a while and then give it away. It’s been a few years since he died - I feel like maybe I’m honestly done grieving and this is just a chapter I have to close to keep going on with my life. But then sometimes I put my hands in the pockets and honestly expect to find a lighter and rolling papers and maybe a badly-spelled poem. Maybe I’ll keep it and wear it when I’m 60. Just a crazy withered old woman wearing a giant hoodie with ridiculous gangster clowns on it, ramming into people with her shopping cart at Trader Joe’s. I think he’d approve of that.
boring shit about my life
Listening to Surrealistic Pillow all the way through for the first time in a long while. Drinking coffee, eating strawberries, a rotisserie chicken thigh, and a little piece of dill havarti cheese. This is what I’ll call “breakfast”. I’m slowly growing to accept that bouncing off the walls of the apartment like a crazy person at 4am is just who I am right now.
The agenda for today is to do a load of dishes, clean the kitchen, have a green smoothie for lunch, and start working on all the clutter in my husband’s office. And pilates. I’ve kind of wandered away from doing my routines and I need to get back on track with it.
I was super disappointed with Mac’s summer makeup collection this year (it’s sailor pin up themed and it still didn’t call out to me at all! How is this possible?) so I broke out my stash from last summer’s collection, which had a 60’s surf vibe. So I’m going to put on makeup just to hang out at home and I know it’s silly but I need a day for looking good and being productive.
When I was anemic, nobody said, “Hey, you know what’ll help? Iceberg lettuce!”
I get that veggies are awesome, but all the “it’s in a cute, easy to read chart so it must be true!” nutritional info on tumblr is wearing me down. (Source: fit-girl-in-the-real-world, via 500-days-till-im-alive)
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