Hi buddy! I was reading your tumblr and... 60 pounds? In less than 6 months? Srsly? Thats a fuckin great job! Would you post your workout/diet or somethinG?
Hi anon! Yeah, that’s right, but it’s being pretty though. I don’t like to post my diary intake and workout because i feel that’s not what followers want to read, since they prefer to know some interesting data about healthy life, or some anecdotes that happen to me. However, if this is your wish, I’ll post two journeys to give you some examples. Thanks for messaging!
Ok. So I’ve been thinking a bit tonight and I’ve come up with some ideas. Right now, at this point of my life, my freelance work is very quiet. I’ll make sure that I explain what happened to my life only a few months ago that turned everything on its head. So in the next 3 months of my life I have…
Dude, your determination is amazing! Let me tell you if you keep your word on this, you will not only achieve your goal, but going to turn around your life onto a path of fullfillment. So if there’s any way I can help you, you know where to ask!
Greatness is a pearl demanding discovery. It is not flaunted in a fashion that would allow each and every one of us to grasp it easily, but it is 100% attainable with a bit of effort. Within each one of us lies a seed which must be developed. This calls for a disciplined…
I kinda cheated on my rest day. I think I’ve become addicted to exercising. I was supposed to take a day off today, but I kept thinking about how I’ve been sitting on my butt all day at work, and, well… I went 4 miles on the eliptical. Not crazy, but still. I should have given my muscles a day to rest. oh well.
SPORT JUNKIES!!! It seems the more you exercise, the more it costs to take a day off. I don’t remember the last day I got a rest day either :S But well, I console myself that could be worse not to remember the last day I DO exercised, right? Anyway, we may use our rest day to do something more relaxed, like going for a walk in the park, taking a gentle bike ride… What do you think?
I haven’t really been counting calories and I’m starting to think that’s why I’m not losing weight. I have changed my diet though…any advice?
I’ve NEVER counted calories. I eat more or less according to how much hungry I am. I don’t count them cause I strongly feel my body knows better how much food does it need that maths. I guess it’s more important to look out WHAT and WHEN do you eat.
I extract carbs from oats, whole wheat bread, fruit and veggies from breakfast to lunch; proteins from meat (chicken, turkey and eventually a dirty lover steak ;D), fish, eggs and dairy; and my fat intake always comes from olive oil (here a 1L bottle of extra virgin olive oil costs like 2$) and nuts, of course slightly restricted.
So taking care about what you eat, eating it properly (not eating a bunch of carbs for dinner, for example) and OFC! doing exercise, weight begins to fall off from you.
I’m gonna try to run at night for first time. People says it’s fine, but mom always said “La noche es casa de sinverguenzas y buscavidas”/”night is home to scoundrels and hustlers”, so I’m not pretty sure!
I started living healthy 5 months ago, and I’ve never felt so good. However, since the first day, my social circle (friends, coworkers, classmates, family) started doing jokes about my new lifestyle. Every week, someone tells me I’m crazy, a freak, or that he/she doesn’t understand why I need to practise sports every single day. Furthermore, on last month, my friends nicknamed me “sportman” (like batman or superman), just to mess with me.
It’s true that one of first things I think when I wake up it’s “when will I go out for a run?”, “I should lose those pair of kgs in order to win some extra speed” or “when will I be fully recovered, ready to ride my bike again?”; while most people that sorround my life limit their lives to watch football in the bar, play the xbox or poker, and party three nights a week.
I’m tired of hearing in the media phrases like “society sets the standards of the cult for the body, health, thinness and even passion for the sport”, but if you take a look around you realise that’s all crap, and less than 25% of people you know does regular sport, watch the diet or something for their health.
Maybe the most shocking case was when I injured my ankle and the doctor told me: Do a week of “normal life”. In other words, lie on the couch and crack your Playstation. Frankly, the fact that society comes to understand life as normal without doing sport is something that hits my brain.
Today, there are many reasons why I need to run, swim or ride my bike in my daily life, such as:
Health: when you exercise yourself, you are healthier cardiovascular, muscular and even mentally.
Overcoming: Score a goal and strive to achieve it is a great way to make you overcome your old self every day.
Removes stress: Jogging, jumping into the pool, smashing the treadmill… this gets you out of the pressure of work, school, kids…
Pleasure: To you who practise sport, you don’t need explanations on this point.
Youth: Because sport keeps you young. I see people who looks ten years younger without surgery, and they all play sports.
And the list goes on… So, what do you think? Why are we the freaks? I want to know why the sport is part of your life and you do not care what others think.
Summertime finally arrived to Castelló! All signals have been spotted:
Beach is crowded.
The sun still standing when i go out to work.
I ate a peach.
People wears dresses and shorts.
So I’m ready to begin the first summer of my new life: Two indie festivals (FIB on July, Arenal Sound on August), a road trip coming soon, beach daily, swimming pool, ride my new bike, a couple of races programmed, half marathon training… it looks nice.
Powersong of the day: Cloud Control - There’s nothing in the water we can’t fight.
I hate to go for a dinner at Angela’s house to celebrate a friend’s birthday, and discover the only menu available is lassagna and chocolate cake. However, I will not feel guilty, after an immaculated weekly diet and 7 days of workout. Tomorrow the scale can tell me what she want.
Stretching after a 11Km run with my cousin Jose Manuel. Sun, beach, many people doing exercise… So many feelings in one hour. Now I’m looking at my legs, and it’s like someone stole my older, fat ones and replaced them with some athletic pair last night. Or maybe I just didn’t checked them out for a month. Powersong of the day: Arcade Fire: Antichrist Television Blues.
Run in the rain, one of the weirdest pleasures I know. Anyway, the good point when you like doing such strange things like this: I’m enjoying that day while the rest of my friends stay at home half depressed. As my grandpa told me once, “mal de muchos, consuelo de tontos”. I feel like the silly guy. But it works for me! (: