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By Administrator on May 8, 2012 in ,

In USA Today a globalist, one Eric Finkelstein, says, “a major public health intervention” is necessary to prevent the worst for a fattening public.

At the end of the article some bullet points are listed for what is considered successful weight control (the basis for a major public health intervention, no doubt):

How can you lose weight and keep it off for good?

Successful dieters in the National Weight Control Registry, a group of 10,000 people who have lost 30 pounds or more and maintained that loss for a year or more, have developed many weight-control strategies. For instance, they:

•Follow a low-calorie, low-fat diet of about 1,800 calories a day.

•Keep track of food intake.

•Count calories, carbs or fat grams or use a commercial weight-loss program to track food intake.

•Walk about an hour a day or burn the same calories doing other physical activities.

•Eat breakfast regularly, often including whole grains and low-fat dairy products.

•Limit dining out to an average of three times a week, and fast food to less than once a week.

•Eat similar foods often and don’t splurge much.

•Watch fewer than 10 hours of TV a week.

•Weigh themselves at least once a week.

 

I’d file this garbage bag full of conventional thought under the following title:

The public is fat.  Let’s keep them fat and make them completely miserable as well.

 

People really expect someone, some expert, some technocrat to save them.   But weight control is really quite simple: eat natural food.  Not processed food labeled “natural, ” dummy.  Natural food that you have to prepare.  Natural food that doesn’t come in a package or wrapper or bottle.

On second thought, austerity is the globalist watchword, why not caloric austerity as part of a major public health intervention for the masses as well?

No one enjoys serfdom, or do they to avoid personal responsibility?

 

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it’s an ok neighborhood

By Administrator on April 15, 2012 in ,

her days of youth are behind her, but they are not

that far behind her.

she got her real estate license after her divorce.

she remarried years ago; works part-time now.

she says she needs to lose 10 pounds, but it’s

more like 20.

she runs.  her distances vary between 3 to 5 miles, but she’s still

thick.

she eats low-fat yogurt late at night; many times substituting low-fat

ice cream

for the yogurt.

she signed up for Zumba classes, so the weight will come off.

sex with her husband is rote, which is good enough most days.

her daughter, now 13,  does well in school, but she is not exceptional.

after every Zumba class she stops at Starbucks for a mocha frappucino light

she owes it to herself, after all.

 

she knows everything that happens within a 5 mile radius of her 3 bedroom

townhouse;

everything meaning all domestic disputes and any other police activity,

who’s moving in and who’s moving out,

what time the neighbors walk their dogs

and where and when the dog is likely to

poop.

her townhouse has a recently renovated kitchen with new appliances.

she often, more often than not,

microwaves lean cuisine frozen entrees for her lunch.

she fantasizes of taking a young lover;

a tattooed young lover.

but there are the extra pounds and she wonders if it’s possible a tattooed young man

who would prefer sipping red wine and listening to Pat Benatar and the Eagles

with her instead of smoking pot to the harsh stylings of Kanye and Eminem.

she would like to learn to appreciate the theater.

her husband golfs on weekends.

she watches Real Housewives tv shows religiously.

she finds Ellen  DeGeneres to be a hoot.

she’s never tried strength training.

 

and that’s all I know about her

because I don’t have any tattoos.

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The Genius Of The Crowd 2

By Administrator on April 7, 2012 in

what’s more dependable than death? I ask my friend, Hank.

the crowd, he answers.

the crowd will gather for anything: games, rallies, hangings, stoning, concerts, plays, pronouncements, announcements, inaugurations, coronations, beheading, feasts, marriages, public nudity, sales, operas, readings, signings, protests, parades, trials, fireworks, elections, impeachments, premieres, horse races, dog races, hot air balloon races, tournaments, fish fries, bull roasts, cockfights, dog fights, religious services, raves, clambakes, campfires, bonfires, sermons, lectures, revivals, carnivals, circuses, fairs, dog shows, cat shows, rodeos, conventions, bank runs, demolition derbies, ship christenings, building implosions, art exhibits, crucifixions, accident scenes and even to exercise.

they are nothing alone, the ones who seek constant crowds, says Hank, continuing.

and if you find yourself, like van Gogh, exploding in colorful originality and smart intensity, you can be certain the crowd will never discover you during your time.

the genius of the crowd lies in its attachment to mediocrity and in its diamond-bright hatred.  gotta go now, bud, says Hank.

I get up to follow my friend and we both glance around and to our great relief no one has gathered around us.

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Retire The Sport of Fitness Already

By Administrator on April 4, 2012 in ,

According to the Reebok copywriters:

The Sport of Fitness has arrived. Fitness that’s about retraining your body and rewiring your mind.  (Am I going to the gym now for psycho-analysis?)  This is about altering your definition of exercise.  (Can I alter it in the direction where I do less and less, but remain lithe and strong?)   Reebok wants you to become part of a thriving community, where people are passionate about fitness. Where anyone, from world-class athletes to stay-at-home moms, can see drastic improvements and measurable results through hard work.  (Many people are going primal and doing less and less exercise and seeing the most dramatic and measurable results without become moiled dishrags 20 years from now.)   This is a place where everyone you see, talk to, and sweat with becomes part of your fitness lifestyle.

Here’s the Reebok Sport of Fitness spot in all of its stupidity (fun game: try to find anyone over 30 years old.  I guess they’ve all retired from the “Sport of Fitness” by then.):

 

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burned

By Administrator on March 4, 2012 in

a new dawn is promised

but it never quite arrives:

mornings bring the sameness

everyone is supposed to work,

get tougher, meaner

more ruthless;

survival goes to the fittest;

those are the rules laid down at the

beginning.

 

instead of harmony

a maddening commonness in playing games persists

while we keep turtles waiting in tanks to be loved

and with ghostly faces

we watch flickering screens that speak at us

looking for a win to cling to

somewhere

anywhere.

 

everything continues as designed

with the answers to creating harmony just out of reach;

out of our comprehension

out of this world

out of our grasps.

 

the champions go into

halls of fame

but they don’t leave the games;

the simplest games:

work, love and ambition continue on to our graves.

 

the only end to it all

will come when the sun

or our bombs

or our seething, all-powerful

hatred with the possibility of being considered losers

burns everything beyond recognition.

 

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Lalanne

By Administrator on February 25, 2012 in ,

some time after

another

two hour workout

they found him

dead

 

wrapped in a

blanket

lying in bed

 

his life of workouts

over

 

he didn’t believe

in weakness or sickness

or fat

(especially not consumed fat)

or consecutive days off to rest

 

he believed in strength

he drank slaughterhouse blood

he showed he world his struggle

and superior physical feats

his life became known for

the volume of his escaping energy

 

he exercised, perhaps

more than any human

ever

has

 

or should

 

the body was dispatched

and

the bed

then became available for another person

to experience life’s final hardships.

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hey fat guy on the leg press across from me

By Administrator on February 21, 2012 in

hey fat guy on the leg press machine across from me

you’re watching the weight move up and down

like it’s a hypnotist’s watch

like it’s a plate of ribs and fries headed to the next table

like it’s her bra swinging from a single hand

that reaches out from behind a

room divider.

 

hey fat guy on the leg press machine across from me

you probably have a fantasy football team that

consumes the time you don’t spend watching the

weight move up and down, or

spend listening to sports talk radio, or

spend turning on G4TV, or

spend going to a dead-end job.

 

hey fat guy on the leg press machine across from me

the women don’t care or notice you for

making the weight move up and down.

you care enough to be here

to be making a show of it

even if from the beginning, women

those women

kept their sharp knives packed away in overpriced purses

saving them for the other men in their sights

rather than waste them on you.

 

now, five minutes later

fat guy on the leg press machine across from me

you’ve reached the bottom of the weight stack

and the height of your stupidity

because you continue to either rest or

accelerate through each rep.

I’m sure, in your mind, you feel like a winner

as you congratulate yourself for all the time you’ve spent in your routine as you

finally

leave the machine for me.

 

you have not been properly taught how to leg press–

or how to do any other exercise–I’m sure

fat guy

but

often teaching doesn’t take

and

I’ve left the knives in that have been used on me over the years

and this fresh one, stuck deep and dripping blood

would put you off learning, fat guy.

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The Just Do It People

By Administrator on February 11, 2012 in

astounding!  that’s the word for

the posers and plodders

and the laborious.

they never lose their fierce

gratitude

for the meaning in their drudgery,

nor do they forget to spring

into activity at the call of fools;

as a study in diluted fitness

they’d make any sage

toss his cookies;

in exercise they prefer

to simulate the mule;

in music,

to which they perform their made-up busyness,

they prefer the dissonance of rocks in a blender;

the energy in their calorie counting

is equal to their fear

(without any self-doubt)

of consuming healthy fat;

the machines that propel them,

with heart rate monitors and fat burning programs,

are as magnificent as cow shit.

as gurus they produce exercise programs, dvds,

books, push-up gadgets, shake weights, suspension training,

physical rehab patients, surgeries, painkiller addictions

and total areas of grandiose

waste;

it’s as if the whole world has been drenched in

the discharge of a leaking garbage bag.

 

it’s best to do your workout

after 9 pm on Thursdays or Fridays without a crowd.

it’s best to sit in a small room

without a tv

and

wait.

 

strong men are few

and

die alone

and strong women are fewer.

 

inspired by C. Bukowski

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Winners, Losers And A Picture

By Administrator on February 3, 2012 in

that speaks volumes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Thanks to Infowars.)

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The Antidote

By Administrator on January 29, 2012 in


I’m not a bacon fan, but this is a funny take on the low-fat mania.
(Thanks to LRC and Mark’s Daily Apple)

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