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There are many new weight loss supplements, procedures and surgeries. In your opinion, are they all scams? Is there any real help coming out of the medical and health field for weight loss, and what do you foresee in the future?
I have been overweight since birth–well certainly, since middle school.
So I am fully aware of the perils and purposes of weight loss.
It is similar to any endeavor of self-improvement. There is a certain order of events which must click into place to make the process work correctly.
As to your question about supplements, surgeries and procedures, we will get to that in a minute. First we have to understand the three-step process involved in self-improvement:
1. Without hating myself or making excuses, I have become dissatisfied with my situation.
In other words, occasional fits of guilt do not stimulate us to pursue wisdom, and having an excuse for why we are the way we are only makes us look anemic and stupid. When I am successful at weight loss, it is initiated because I am dissatisfied with my present situation yet feel no need for hating nor explaining myself.
2. I am prepared to honestly assess what I am willing to do and what I am not willing to do.
Even though doctors, friends and fellow-fatties may try to convict us of our need to lose weight, all of this is nothing but guilt until we have decided exactly what we’re open to.
What I’ve come up with is this: I am willing to change eating patterns that are unhealthy, eat a little bit less and not eat anything after dinner.
Right now, that’s my level of openness. I will not increase that through intimidation or self-incrimination. It’s what is available to me.
3. Establish a reward.
Human beings do not do well pursuing discipline without praise.
Reward yourself.
If you’re going to buy low-calorie food, make sure you get the kind of low-calorie food that may be a little more expensive, but is to your liking. I feel one key is to remove everything from your house that is high in calories, so if you do accidentally splurge, you’re falling off a shorter cliff.
These are the three things that have to be in place before you consider anything else. Once established, and once there is good cheer and satisfaction in your emotions about them, then you’re ready to consider other options.
Now, the ridiculous part about surgery is that you still end up having to be on a diet and eating less. It may take some immediate weight off, but that wieght is quite willing to come back quickly.
Supplements are comical because unless they are absorbed into the blood stream, most of them are eliminated through bowel movements or urine.
Honestly, the best procedure is to stick to whatever simple plan you come up with and make sure you honor it in joy.
For instance, the elimination of extra sugars from your diet will subtract about three pounds a month.
Cutting your carbs in half will cut five pounds a month from your waistline.
And, as in my case, not eating after dinner will generally shed somewhere between two to four pounds a month in itself.
If you’re in a hurry, your weight loss plan will fail.
The goal should be shedding about three or four pounds a month. It doesn’t sound like much, but at the end of a year, you’ve taken off fifty pounds–and fifty pounds is normally enough to alleviate much of your sadness and medical conditions.
I’m not a great fan of supplements, procedures and surgeries. It’s not that they’re scams–just that they are bandages which are eventually ripped away, taking with them the scab that was protecting your healing.
Look at the list of three things.
- Are you ready to deal with them?
- Are you ready to be honest about them instead of making promises which are unresponsive to your needs?
Remember this fact: if weight loss is based on what anybody else wants you to do, including God or your doctor, it will crumble.
So you have to decide what you want to do … and your level of commitment to achieve it.
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G-Poppers … July 20th, 2018
G-Pop was nine years old when Bobby moved into the village and started attending the little elementary school.
At first the parents thought he might be a Negro, since he had skin a couple of shades darker, and curly hair. But on careful inspection and tracking down some details, it was confirmed that he was Italian. This allowed him to be suitable for playtime and interaction.
But Bobby was different.
He wasn’t like all the scared children from our burg who were frightened to death to displease the grownups who held the key to play-time and candy. Bobby didn’t care.
When the teacher came into the room, the rest of the students fell silent–like attending a funeral. But Bobby just kept chattering, glancing up at the teacher and smiling back at all the other terrified third-graders.
He was the same way during recess. He played hard, rough and mean. But at the same time, he was sweet-talking to the girls, so they liked him. In no time at all, he developed a reputation among the teachers, staff and some of the parents of being a brat.
Yes. Bobby the Brat.
What concerned them most of all was that there seemed to be a breakdown of discipline across the board–because other students began to feel the liberty to be curt, selfish and overly aggressive.
There was so much pressure on Bobby that when the time to begin fourth grade rolled around, he was gone. His parents left town.
Bobby the Brat had departed, so things went back to being orderly. Even though we all denounce the blandness of being orderly, disorderly comes with a nastiness which spews out poison which has been deposited in our “mad hole.”
Yes. All God’s children got a mad hole.
It’s a space deep inside where we stuff all of our frustration, misgiving and prejudice, thinking it’s a garbage can–but really, it’s just a container where our bigotries decay.
And then one day, we reach a point of rage when this poison is vomited out of our mouths.
It’s a mad hole.
It’s never cleaned out–ignored.
People try to freshen it–try to put a lid on it, so to speak, but as long as it exists, it will eventually erupt.
G-Pop wants his children to know that the truth is, you can’t get provoked unless you’re already pissed.
Nobody pissed you off. They just provoked you until you finally spilled all the putrid contents of your mad hole.
Often all it takes is for Bobby the Brat to come along and tease us with the notion that we aren’t crazy and we should speak out our stupidities loud and clear, for everyone to hear.
So we do.
Civility dies, kindness is mocked, being nice is deemed weak and the only distinction we have seems to be in the horror of our mad hole.
Mad hole
In my soul
Take it in
Make it sin
First the hate
Of your fate
Rots your brain
With things insane
It’s begun
Load your gun
Me against you
Us against them
Don’t wonder if it’s true
Repeat it again
Mad hole
Leaves a space
For me to despise
The human race
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