Series A Crunch

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Originally posted by bellsqueen

Originally posted by heroineclarke

“After the battle against the Grounders, *yn* is separated from the others and is stranded in the forest alone and severely injured. Meanwhile Bellamy runs into Marcus Kane and the other survivors from the Ark and unsurprisingly the two clash.” 

Warnings: Swearing, violence, fluff, some angst 

Notes: Based on 2x01 ‘The 48′ of The 100.

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The crunching of the dead leaves underneath Bellamy’s boots mixed with his laboured breaths rung in his ears as he sprinted through the forest. A makeshift spear was gripped tightly in his hand as he ran, his eyes darting around as he desperately searched for fellow survivors and more importantly for *yn*.

He came to an abrupt halt and ducked behind a tree when he heard voices from up ahead. He began to slowly creep forward as the voices got louder and louder until he located the source of the noise.

“Monroe, Sterling.” He whispered in relief as he hurried towards them. They both jumped out of their skin when they heard his voice but were quick to relax when they recognised one of their leaders. 

“Bellamy- how are you alive?” Monroe hissed as he crouched alongside the pair.

“We knew the fire was coming so we ran but Finn and I got separated.” He explained.

“What about *yn*?” Monroe asked quietly. Bellamy’s face fell at the mention of her as he swallowed harshly in an attempt to suppress his emotions. 

“I don’t know.”   

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Quema calorías de forma rápida y fácil

Mucha de la resistencia a hacer ejercicio se debe a la creencia de que se requieren horas al día para ello, y es que pasar mucho tiempo arriba de una caminadora, bici o elíptica, no es precisamente lo más divertido.

Sin embargo, existen múltiples formas muy dinámicas y efectivas de “quemar calorías” sin necesidad de invertir mucho tiempo, inclusive pueden hacerse en casa.

Es tan fácil como cuando vas a un establecimiento de comida corrida, en donde elijes una de varias opciones de entrada, plato fuerte, guarnición y postre. Aquí verás un menú completo de ejercicios que puedes elegir para cada día, y combinarlos como lo desees:

Entrada (elige uno):

-        10 minutos caminata

-        10 minutos bicicleta estacionaria

-        10 minutos marcha en el mismo lugar

-        10 minutos de salto de cuerda

Getty Images Por: RuslanDashinsky

Plato fuerte:

Elige uno:

-        3 series de 20 sentadillas

-        3 series de 20 desplantes al frente con las manos en la cintura (10 con cada pierna)

-        3 series de 30 elevaciones de tu cuerpo sobre una pierna subiendo un banco o escalón (15 con cada pierna)

Elige uno:

-        3 series de 15 lagartijas

-        3 series de Mountain Climber (en posición de plancha, lleva una rodilla al pecho y luego alterna con la otra de un salto, 10 con cada pierna)

-        3 series de 15 fondos sobre banco o silla

-        3 series de 15 plancha invertida (boca arriba, con piernas estiradas, apoyándote sobre las manos y talones, eleva la cadera y exprime los glúteos)

Elige uno:

-        3 series de 20 crunches abs

-        3 series de 20 elevaciones de piernas cruzadas abs

-        3 series de 30 segundos en posición de plancha abs

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Guarniciones (elige las que quieras y puedas para intercalarlas entre cada 3 ejercicios anteriores):

-        30 segundos de Jumping Jacks

-        30 segundos de Yoguis

-        30 segundos de elevación de talones atrás

-        30 segundos de saltos con las dos piernas juntas

-        30 segundos de subir y bajar escalones

-        30 segundos de saltos de rana

Postre (elige uno):

-        5 minutos de estiramientos sobre el piso

-        5 minutos de estiramientos en posición de pie – muy efectivos para el equilibrio

-        5 minutos de relajación boca arriba

Realmente te sorprenderás de lo rápido que es trabajar todo tu cuerpo, y lo mejor de todo, es que con el tiempo no tendrás que restringirte a una opción (como en los restaurantes), tienes la libertad de incluir uno o todos en una misma sesión.

No olvides que para obtener mejores resultados es importante cuidar lo que comes y bebes, pues de ello depende más del 70% tu transformación.

Animo!!!

spittercastequeen  asked:

There is a series of loud crunching noises in the cargo bay that turn out to be the Queenie rolling around comically on her back to scratch an itch.

Call enters the cargo bay, raising and eyebrow and putting her hands on her hips. “Um… Do you need some help before you destroy all our freight?”

On writing and handwriting.

Cassandra, as a reader I have supported you from the beginning. I have honestly purchased your novels and thoroughly enjoyed them all. A few months back, I preordered the signed copy of CoHF and I was absolutely thrilled; I couldn’t wait for it to come in the mail. So when it finally does, I tear open the cardboard box and what do I see? Is that a signature? Because honestly, I’m sure I’ve scribbled something nearly identical to that as a child. That. Is. Not. A. Signed. Book. I can’t believe I actually paid EXTRA just for you to carelessly scribble a LINE across the page and stamp it. That is such an insult to your readers. If you’re too busy to properly sign your books, either do less or DON’T DO IT AT ALL. Because that was simply rude, and you know it. I’ve come to the conclusion that I will not support an author that disrespects their readers in such a way. Your readers got you where you are Cassandra, and you should be bloody grateful for each and every single one of them who helped you out. Maybe you should show your gratitude a little better. — allfearbruschetta

I work very hard on my books and hope that if you buy one, you feel it’s worth the price. I am truly grateful for each and every reader, and I do truly want to treat them well. I am glad that you have enjoyed each of the books that I have worked so hard over the past seven years to produce. I hope that have given you hours of entertainment.

As for my signature, I have always written in a scrawl. Writers are actually famous for having fast, messy signatures because when you have to sign your name thousands of times in a row, you develop a fast signature. It’s not ingratitude. It’s survival. “Doing less signatures” is not just unfair on readers, it wouldn’t get you a better signature. That signature is my signature.

Jodi Picoult and Rick Riordan’s signatures look like this.

 

If a beautiful signature is your priority, then you will be missing out on a lot of writers I think are wonderful. Elizabeth Gilbert, for instance.

 

Suzanne Collins, it is well known, stamps books instead of signing because her writing hand has been so badly affected: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/08/28/suzanne-collins_n_695881.html Maybe you feel that Suzanne Collins too is ungrateful and does not deserve her readers: I can’t say I feel the same way. I know exactly what agony Suzanne Collins must have been in, because I have experienced it myself. I have often envied her the stamp, but tried to keep going on signing purely because I thought my fans would prefer signed books. It has not been because I was not in pain.

I do not get a penny of extra money for signing the books: I did it simply because I love my readers, and I wanted to give the readers who would like a signed book but do not have the opportunity to attend my signings a chance to get one.

Can I talk about those signings? I love meeting my fans – but I have had my hand swollen to twice its natural size and mottled purple, I have had the sides of my fingers bleeding, with people applying ice pads to my shoulder and wrist, and still people have asked for me to sign not just books but pieces of paper and people’s shoes, like they look at me and they literally can’t see the blood. I truly appreciate them coming out to see me. I love meeting them. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t take an enormous physical toll. You say “DON’T DO IT AT ALL” and believe me, it would be much easier for me not to do it at all… but I always feel, whenever I have to not do something because otherwise my health will collapse, that I am letting people down. I never want to let anybody down.

(It never occurred to me that people would feel I had let them down because I did not have sufficiently excellent penmanship. You have opened my eyes on that front.)

Being successful as a creative artist is an amazing stroke of luck, but it is also something you have to work very hard not only to achieve but to keep. Because the City of Bones movie and doing publicity for it took up an enormous amount of time, I had to write City of Heavenly Fire on set, at night, in airports, in hotel rooms. I didn’t sleep. I didn’t see my family. Try to imagine writing a 773 page book that wraps up a long six book series on an incredibly time-crunched schedule. Imagine that you are absolutely determined it be the best book you can make it — because that’s what you actually owe your readers when you’re a writer, not good handwriting, but good writing. Imagine your schedule is so crunched your copyeditor actually quits halfway through because they don’t have enough time to finish and they are having a nervous breakdown, which you don’t find out until you get the 1,000 page manuscript back, and you have to hire another copyeditor with your own money, because you don’t want your readers getting an un-edited book (even though that happens all the time with books on crunched schedules.) Imagine you don’t sleep for weeks until you give yourself pneumonia and wind up in the hospital and check yourself out against medical advice because if you don’t, the book will be late being published and your fans will be disappointed. All these are things I did while working on City of Heavenly Fire (as well as signings thousands of pages — 20,000 in total) for people like you. 

Well, John Green signed 100,000 books, you say! He sure did — over a period of months, not in less than a week, and here are some of his signing videos, in which he refers to his signature as ‘J Scribble’ and also talks about how he, while happy to sign the books, is also overwhelmed by the sheer numbers he is facing–the showers and sleep he has to skip just to get them done, and again, not done with beautiful perfect clarity, but just done—and the occupational therapist he requires. (I did not have an occupational therapist.) 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_f9Rkdg7BR8

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQnU8mV3oeE

John’s signature, which I have a feeling you would also find unsatisfactory:

There are millions of readers, and only one of me. I am so happy to say that, I am so grateful for my success, but that does not mean that there isn’t tremendous pressure on me–that there aren’t more books than I can possibly sign, more people than I can possibly meet. I do my absolute utmost, because I am so grateful, but I do not know how to make myself into a robot who cannot feel pain, who does not get sick, and whose handwriting is entirely different from my natural handwriting. Writers are people — creators are people, which is something I often see forgotten. People who have messy handwriting sometimes. People who bleed, even if you can’t, or won’t, see the blood.

I am sorry that my signature was not up to your standards.

@puppydogejade

This was awful. You still had no idea what was happening to you, and now it seemed despite having fucked more people and trolls than you’d care to remember you only felt worse, not better. Worse.
And on top of that it seemed that little voice in your head had become more persistent. You couldn’t ignore it any longer, over the past few days it had gone from a bearable whisper to an angry shout. And what was it saying? It was telling you ‘go on, do it. The pain will make it all better, make it all stop. Break your legs…it’s all that can fix this now, trust me…just do it. Break them. You’ll see.’
You’d begun to doubt, maybe that voice was right, maybe this was the way to fix all this. And today you couldn’t resist any longer. Today you were going to do what it wanted.
You waited until your wife had left to oversee the empire before making your way to the third floor of the tower, opening one of the Windows. And so now here you were, standing in the open window looking down at the ground below, that voice an almost indecipherable screaming rushing in your ears. Nothing else for it you suppose and so you step out into empty air, and you’re falling, expression blank, at least until you hit the ground below with a sickening series of crunches and snaps, your left leg of course had snapped in multiple places, bone sticking out through torn flesh. Your right however had survived in much better condition being robotic, on the downside all that force had transferred through the metal surface to instead all but shatter your pelvis.
You certainly weren’t thinking about just how unbearably horny you were anymore, no you were now more focused on the intense pain flooding your broken body as you lay there, your own blood pooling beneath you.

Can He? (Luke Hemmings Smut)

So here’s another smut of mine. I hope you like it! Please feel free to reblog

“96, 97, 98, 99, 100,” Luke huffed out. Luke was currently pushing his way through his usual workout in the living room of our flat. He always did a series of push ups, crunches, and weights. “It’s good for my body,” he would say. Of course, I wasn’t complaining. The view was amazing. I couldn’t help but stare at his body. I mean, he was completely shirtless, with his skin glistening with sweat and I could see his back muscles moving and rippling with each push up he completed. His biceps and triceps were completely strained and flexed as well. His body was so beautiful. “Babe. Babe. Babe?” “Huh, what?” I was startled out of my day dreaming. Luke got up and walked towards me. “Were you just staring at me?” he smirked. “What? No way,” I scoffed at him, “I was just day dreaming about Dylan O'Brien. I mean, have you seen him? Hot damn!” I smiled up at him. His eyes got a bit darker as he frowned slightly. “Oh really?” he asked. “Uh yeah. He’s just beautiful,” I pretended to swoon and fanned myself. Luke glanced down at me and laughed. He stepped closer to me and I stepped backwards. He stepped forwards, I stepped backwards. Forwards, backwards, forwards, backwards, forwards, backwards, wall. Stop. I was up against a wall with Luke pressing himself to my front. “Oh really babe?” he smirked as I was trapped. He dipped his head down and began to kiss my neck slowly. He kissed the hollow of my throat and sucked on my sweet spot, causing a loud moan to leave my lips. “Can he make you moan for him? Cause I can.” I curled my fingers against his back as his lips found their way upwards to my jawline and sprinkled small pecks up to my ear. “The real question is, can he make you scream like I can?” Shivers erupted across my whole body. He smirked at me. He felt that. There is no way on earth that he didn’t feel that. “I asked you a question baby,” he bit my ear, waiting for an answer. “No.” “No, what Y/N?” “No, he can’t make me scream like you can Luke,” I replied breathlessly. “Good. Now get ready to scream babe,” he whispered seductively in my ear. “Wha–,” His lips suddenly came down on mine intensely. Our lips moved against each other’s, completely in sync. He bit down on my bottom lip lightly. “L-luke,” I sighed. He kissed my jawline. “Mmmm?” “I-I want you.” He kissed up to my earlobe and bit it. “Then have me,” he whispered. I moaned out as he lifted my legs up to wrap around his waist. My hands were going everywhere. Up his back, into his hair, cupping his bum, I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. “Bedroom,” I breathed out. He nodded and started walking down the hallway. I kissed up and down his neck, collarbones, and jawline as we made our way to the bedroom. I sucked and bit down on his skin causing an animalistic growl to leave his lips. “Fuck, babe,” he threw me onto the bed and I sat up to remove my shirt. “Luke, baby,” I groaned as his hands came up to cup my breasts. I flipped us around so that I was straddling his hips and ground myself down onto his crotch. I could feel his “excitement” pressing against me and he moaned at the contact. “God Y/N,” he groaned, “Enough of this shit.” He flipped us over and hovered above me, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be screaming my name.” He proceeded to remove my pants and undies while I helped remove his. The only article of clothing that was left between us was my bra. “As much as I love the lace,” he began, “it’s gonna have to come off.” He smirked as his hands reached around me to unclasp my bra. He inched the straps down my shoulders and then tossed the lacey wear across the room. “Get ready.” “Wha–Oooo Luke..” I moaned as he pushed himself into me quickly. “You’re so fucking tight,” he cussed. His hands came up to my hips and held on as he thrusted into my heat. His lips felt searing hot against my neck as he kissed, bit, and licked his way around my throat. “F-f-faster,” I managed to moan out. Luke picked up my right leg and lifted it onto my shoulder as he sped up. The new angle allowed him to ram my g-spot with each thrust. I was a moaning mess. My muscles contracted around his cock and he moaned out from the pleasure. “Baby,” he panted, “Are you close?” I couldn’t speak from the immense pleasure racing through me. His hand reached down to my core and he began to rub my clit in fast, hard circles. “God Luke,” I moaned loudly as my back arched up into his chest, “Luke Luke Luke Luke,” I kept on groaning. He smirked. “That’s right baby. Let everyone know who’s making you feel like this.” He bit down on my sweet spot as my body began to shake. He kept thrusting quickly and intensely. “I-I’m going t–” “Scream my name baby. Come on,” he encouraged me. He then lifted my other leg onto his shoulder. If I had died then, I would’ve died a happy woman. That was when I felt it. The rippling of pleasure coursing through my body. I felt like I was on fire as I reached my release. “Ahhh fuck,” I moaned out, “LUKE!” I screamed his name. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he cursed as my climax triggered his own. I felt myself and him cumming as we both slackened in each other’s grips. When we both came down from our highs, Luke pulled out and rolled off of me. “Holy fuck baby that was amazing.” I simply nodded in reply, too spent for anything else. He chuckled. “You must be tired, let’s sleep okay?” I curled into his chest as he put his arms around me. “I love you,” I yawned out. He smiled. “I love you too.”

The End

Can He? :zayn smut

“96, 97, 98, 99, 100,” zayn huffed out. zayn was currently pushing his way through his usual workout in the living room of our flat. He always did a series of push ups, crunches, and weights. “It’s good for my body,” he would say. Of course, I wasn’t complaining. The view was amazing. I couldn’t help but stare at his body. I mean, he was completely shirtless, with his skin glistening with sweat and I could see his back muscles moving and rippling with each push up he completed. His biceps and triceps were completely strained and flexed as well. His body was so beautiful. “Babe. Babe. Babe?” “Huh, what?” I was startled out of my day dreaming. zayn got up and walked towards me. “Were you just staring at me?” he smirked. “What? No way,” I scoffed at him, “I was just day dreaming about Dylan O’Brien. I mean, have you seen him? Hot damn!” I smiled up at him. His eyes got a bit darker as he frowned slightly. “Oh really?” he asked. “Uh yeah. He’s just beautiful,” I pretended to swoon and fanned myself. zayn glanced down at me and laughed. He stepped closer to me and I stepped backwards. He stepped forwards, I stepped backwards. Forwards, backwards, forwards, backwards, forwards, backwards, wall. Stop. I was up against a wall with zayn pressing himself to my front. “Oh really babe?” he smirked as I was trapped. He dipped his head down and began to kiss my neck slowly. He kissed the hollow of my throat and sucked on my sweet spot, causing a loud moan to leave my lips. “Can he make you moan for him? Cause I can.” I curled my fingers against his back as his lips found their way upwards to my jawline and sprinkled small pecks up to my ear. “The real question is, can he make you scream like I can?” Shivers erupted across my whole body. He smirked at me. He felt that. There is no way on earth that he didn’t feel that. “I asked you a question baby,” he bit my ear, waiting for an answer. “No.” “No, what Y/N?” “No, he can’t make me scream like you can zayn,” I replied breathlessly. “Good. Now get ready to scream babe,” he whispered seductively in my ear. “Wha—,” His lips suddenly came down on mine intensely. Our lips moved against each other’s, completely in sync. He bit down on my bottom lip lightly. “z-zayn,” I sighed. He kissed my jawline. “Mmmm?” “I-I want you.” He kissed up to my earlobe and bit it. “Then have me,” he whispered. I moaned out as he lifted my legs up to wrap around his waist. My hands were going everywhere. Up his back, into his hair, cupping his bum, I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. “Bedroom,” I breathed out. He nodded and started walking down the hallway. I kissed up and down his neck, collarbones, and jawline as we made our way to the bedroom. I sucked and bit down on his skin causing an animalistic growl to leave his lips. “Fuck, babe,” he threw me onto the bed and I sat up to remove my shirt. “zayn, baby,” I groaned as his hands came up to cup my breasts. I flipped us around so that I was straddling his hips and ground myself down onto his crotch. I could feel his “excitement” pressing against me and he moaned at the contact. “God Y/N,” he groaned, “Enough of this shit.” He flipped us over and hovered above me, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be screaming my name.” He proceeded to remove my pants and undies while I helped remove his. The only article of clothing that was left between us was my bra. “As much as I love the lace,” he began, “it’s gonna have to come off.” He smirked as his hands reached around me to unclasp my bra. He inched the straps down my shoulders and then tossed the lacey wear across the room. “Get ready.” “Wha—Oooo zayn..” I moaned as he pushed himself into me quickly. “You’re so fucking tight,” he cussed. His hands came up to my hips and held on as he thrusted into my heat. His lips felt searing hot against my neck as he kissed, bit, and licked his way around my throat. “F-f-faster,” I managed to moan out. zayn picked up my right leg and lifted it onto my shoulder as he sped up. The new angle allowed him to ram my g-spot with each thrust. I was a moaning mess. My muscles contracted around his cock and he moaned out from the pleasure. “Baby,” he panted, “Are you close?” I couldn’t speak from the immense pleasure racing through me. His hand reached down to my core and he began to rub my clit in fast, hard circles. “God zayn,” I moaned loudly as my back arched up into his chest, “zayn zayn zayn zayn ,” I kept on groaning. He smirked. “That’s right baby. Let everyone know who’s making you feel like this.” He bit down on my sweet spot as my body began to shake. He kept thrusting quickly and intensely. “I-I’m going t—” “Scream my name baby. Come on,” he encouraged me. He then lifted my other leg onto his shoulder. If I had died then, I would’ve died a happy woman. That was when I felt it. The rippling of pleasure coursing through my body. I felt like I was on fire as I reached my release. “Ahhh fuck,” I moaned out, “ZAYNN!” I screamed his name. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he cursed as my climax triggered his own. I felt myself and him cumming as we both slackened in each other’s grips. When we both came down from our highs, zayn pulled out and rolled off of me. “Holy fuck baby that was amazing.” I simply nodded in reply, too spent for anything else. He chuckled. “You must be tired, let’s sleep okay?” I curled into his chest as he put his arms around me. “I love you,” I yawned out. He smiled. “I love you too.”

that-redheaded-idiots-boyfriend  asked:

*knocks on the door before opening up* Arthur?

/you just walked in on a series of sickening crunches/ /arthur didn’t even hear you over them/

Ten: Thou shalt not covet“ Seems awfully fitting for you, doesn’t it? /spits in Danial’s face/

/poor angel’s covered in “Marks” burned into his skin, along with upside down crosses/ /if you get up close enough, you’ll notice the ten commandments carved on Dan’s chest/ /his “wings” are still there/ 

/you can just smell the burned, decaying flesh/ /arthur seems unfazed/

/hums and poofs up a shock collar/ Lastly, time for this. For Alfred’s sake.

“How did you start?”

Honestly one of the most frequently asked questions to grace my inbox from day dot is “how did you get started on your journey?” or “what did you start with?”

This question is strangely infuriating - not because of the question itself but because of the motive behind asking it. People will see how far you have come and assume that picking up where you started will land them where you are now. This assumption is wrong on so many levels. 

Let me begin by explaining how i did get started with this whole shabang, then i may venture further into where most people will start and why, and why this is not the optimal question to be asking when on the hunt for advice. 

When I first decided to venture into health and fitness, for the very very very first time. I joined my local small 24/7 gym with my best friends. We weren’t given an induction nor where we shown how to use anything or even toured through the gym, aka - we were clueless. I went to the gym probably a total of 10 times throughout my 6 month membership. All of which consisting of some walking on the treadmill and a series of attempted crunch/sit up variation in estimated quantities. You will be thoroughly surprised to hear that I did not notice any results, and i did not continue this gym membership beyond my 6 month period. In fact i suspended the membership to go on holiday to America for 5 weeks. I promised myself when i got back i’d get into fitness, start fresh, regularly go to the gym - you know the deal. However when i returned from America after 5 weeks of little to no exercise besides a lot of walking (which was equally matched, if not overtaken by, A LOT of calorie dense, poor food choices), i found myself a solid 2-3kg’s heavier and the opposite of ‘body positive’. Whilst on holiday, i consumed an epic quantity of greasy meat and deep fried anything (thankyou USA), teamed with an absolute minimum of fresh fruit and veg or whole foods - I was actually CRAVING ‘healthy’ food. All i felt like eating most of the time was fruit and veg, so i did! I began researching different ways to lose weight, ‘healthy’ recipes, all that fun noob style stuff that you look into when you don’t know any better. I discovered veganism, fitblr’s, and the ‘fitspo’ community and there was no turning back. Within a 3 hour period of sitting in my room watching lectures, docco’s and reading various pro-veganism articles i was sure this was what i wanted to do and put together a shopping list! Little did i know, all i was entering into was an obscene calorie cut and nutrient deficient dietary protocol, that would however - produce some form of results (due to the law of thermodynamics, don’t act too surprised). Fast forward a couple months and i was about 5kg down, going for daily jogs and doing some youtube workouts and yoga almost daily. I was ‘skinny fat’ but quite satisfied! I’d made a commitment to exercise and what i thought was healthy eating, and i’d lost some weight, but now i’ve discovered the fitness realm. I had new goals set, i wanted to be fit and strong, i wanted to ‘fuel my body’ and i wanted to do it nowwwwwwwww! Backtracking momentarily before we move ahead, let me break down for you why what i was doing ‘worked’ vs why i thought it worked. 

Transitioning into veganism, particularly going cold turkey (no pun intended but take from it what you will), you are bound to cut out a huge portion of your diet. Your daily fat intake is zilched to next to nothing, and your protein intake is substantially lowered. Carbohydrate intake is either maintained or increased due to a crazy amount of fruit being consumed (even though it’s ‘healthy’ right?). Naturally, you’re almost halving your total caloric intake purely by more than halving the list of foods you can actually consume that fit within your dietary protocols. Less calories = weight loss, simple as that. Without controlling my macronutrient or micronutrient intake, i lost fat, yes. I also lost water, tissue, muscle, etc. Weight loss is not necessarily fat loss. Switching to ‘healthy’ options, aka lower caloric density per serve, does just that - it lowers your total calories. Do not confuse correlation with causation, you lose weight on ‘healthy’ foods because they lower your daily totals, not because they are magic weight loss foods that magically strip fat from your body. Pair this sudden drop in calories with some exercise (otherwise known as simply another way to lower overall calories, low and behold, putting you further into a deficit) and YES, you will lose weight. Not because the exercise you did ‘burned stubborn fat’ but because when you went to bed that night, you had put less calories into your body than usual, and had burned even more of those calories through exercise - leaving you in a calorie deficit. Got it? Great, let’s move on. 

This is around the time when people will say ‘But it works for me/you/my best friend’s sisters boyfriends dog, so it must be good’. Let me make one thing VERY clear here. 

JUST BECAUSE IT WORKS, DOESN’T MEAN IT IS OPTIMAL. 

This can further be dumbed down to say that just because you got results off a certain diet plan/exercise program/diet protocol/supplement DOES NOT mean that something else wouldn’t work better. Like… tracking your macro nutrient intake for example! Or simply being mindful of what is going on your plate, and into your mouth. 

Now returning to my original argument, which is why ‘how you started’ isn’t always how everyone (or anyone, for that matter) should start. Generally when people first get into fitness, they don’t have even a fraction of the sources, connections, knowledge or anything of the sort that becomes available once you’re say a few months to a year in. This is where i need to be mindful of not offending anyone or becoming frustrated with newbies abilities’ to take on every piece of advice thrown at them, they simply don’t know better and i was the same when i started. I believed everything i read and absorbed everything i was told like a sponge! There was however a LOT of conflicting information, and still is! Sadly there’s next to no way of knowing how to differentiate in this situation between right or wrong and unfortunately most people at this stage don’t have a point of contact to confirm or deny any of these contradictions. This is generally where common sense needs to kick in and tell you ‘hey, read into it more and see what makes more sense. 

This is exactly why i refuse to believe that how ANYONE ‘starts’ their journey is optimal. Their is a very minimal chance that the boundless information they’ve accumulated from sources here, there and everywhere are credible in the slightest, or correlate with eachother WHATSOEVER. At the end of the day that’s what starting out is all about, it’s learning right from wrong and discovering the difference for yourself. But what if i told you there was a smarter way to start? How about, instead of starting off like someone else did and floundering around until you find your way in the big wide world of fitness, you start by following in footsteps of people who have already walked the journey, and have found seemingly more ‘optimal’ protocols to follow. It might seem hard at first, but if you can’t tell by looking at them that it’s worth it, then you’re probably looking at the wrong people. Will it be easy? No. Will it be easier then trial and error for a solid 1-6 months before realising you have just completely wasted 1-6 months of accumulated efforts on protocols that were leaving you running in circles because you thought it seemed wise to fumble through different ‘starting methods’ before discovering none of them really work, which is EXACTLY why they are what was approached as a STARTING METHOD and not a consistent, ‘you-now-know-better’ protocol that anyone who has already bypassed all the bullshit and pointless ‘miracle weight loss’ schemes that low and behold, do not work. 

This has been a ramble and a half of a ‘blog/rant/i don’t even know’ so i’ll wrap it up! All i’m trying to say is, if you were going to take up a new business venture, would you approach a beginner and ask them for their tips and how they’re going about starting up their potential failure of a business? Or would you want advice from the big guys who have already tried and tested all the potential ways to make it and done the hard work for you? If you want to be successful, copy the successful. Let them fumble and fail for you, so you don’t have to. Mimic how they take on their daily tasks and skip the years of trial and error by jumping right on board with methods that are PROVEN to work, because people have already tried all the options you’re considering, and they’ve learned the hard way what does and does not produce results, meaning that YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE TO! 

Ready, set, post over. 

let me know if you enjoyed the read and if i should bother with making the occasional ‘blog post’, potentially with useful information and protocols in future, this was mainly just a test run to see how i went with writing more than a paragraph - if you can’t tell it was rather successful, if you can classify 10+ paragraphs of rant and ramble as such…