Guaranteed fat loss

Most of us are interested in losing weight. I am interested in losing fat. There is a diffence.

Most of the big athletes are overweight. But they are not overfat. They have developed their muscles, etc. to the point where the muscle, water, protien, venous supply, etc. indicates weight gain.  BUT THEY ARE OVERWEIGHT. They just happen to be running as low as 2% body fat.

At the time of this writing I am 154 lbs. and 5'7.25" tall. My BMI is about 23-24. I am not overweight. I wear a dress size 8-10 and I look good. BUT I AM OVERFAT! A fat calibration test conducted by the University of Toronto in April of this year determined that I was 33% body fat. I AM TECHNICALLY OBESE.

I know how to cheat the scales. I can starve myself the day before; go to the bathroom in earnest, and you know the rest. I know that what the scale says talks in a general way about my progress. I know that if I have gained weight that I have to do something about it. But the measure I have to watch for is BODY FAT PERCENTAGE.

If you want to get healthy, you have to do the work around it. In my case, my cholesterol levels were, by my doctor's admission, "through the roof." I was only about 170 lbs: hardly Biggest Loser material. I did not drink or smoke. I exercised regularly. Now I was having visions of dropping dead on a treadmill.

Two things happened: menopause, and genetics. Menopause can jack your body fat and cholesterol levels catrastrophically, and genetics laugh at your half marathon. Drugs for cholesterol are expensive, and they in some cases can affect your ability to build muscle.

In a way, that nasty little test at the University did me a big favour. Now I know why my mother (65), father(61) and sister(45) died prematurely due to circulatory problems. Now I know why my cholesterol count is so high. And now I have the motivation to reduce fat.

Losing weight is noble. Losing fat is positively heroic.

Nothing in the world will guarantee losing fat quite like having a gun to your head. I lose weight for glamour; for brag points; to squeeze into  Nicole Miller at 57.

I lose fat because I am fighting for my life.
I lose fat because I am fighting for my life.
I lose fat because I am fighting for my life.

Any questions?