greater weight

Well, it’s true that I have been hurt in my life. Quite a bit. But it’s also true that I have loved, and been loved. and that carries a weight of its own. A greater weight, in my opinion. It’s like that pie chart we talked about earlier. in the end, I’ll look back on my life and see that the greatest piece of it was love. The problems, the divorces, the sadness… those will be there too, but just smaller slivers, tiny pieces.
—  Sarah Dessen
GROUND BREAKING Broad Study Proves Low Fat WFPB Diet is the best for weight loss & Health.

Published in the highly esteemed Journal of Nutrition & Diabetes, the Broad Study is the first ever comprehensive review of a low fat whole food plant based diet & the results VERIFY diets like WSLF & Starch Solution are THE BEST IN RECORDED HISTORY FOR WEIGHT LOSS / BMI / HEART / DIABETES & MORE.

http://www.nature.com/nutd/journal/v7/n3/full/nutd20173a.html

The BROAD study: A randomised controlled trial using a whole food plant-based diet in the community for obesity, ischaemic heart disease or diabetes

Conclusions:

This programme led to significant improvements in BMI, cholesterol and other risk factors. To the best of our knowledge, this research has achieved greater weight loss at 6 and 12 months than any other trial that does not limit energy intake or mandate regular exercise.

!!!!!!NO CALORIE LIMIT & NO EXERCISE JUST LIKE WSLF!!!!! & RECORD BREAKING WEIGHT LOSS.  BTFO Restricter Cal-in Cal-out debunked blood letters.

“The whole food plant-based (WFPB) diet is high in micronutrient density and the most frequently researched iterations are low in fat, which comprises approximately 7–15% of total energy.”

All my high fat zombies, trolls and haters who smear me in other slander hosting Youtuber’s & Instagrammers comment sections to spread your ill health and disease message please do me a favor and find your delete button & make up for your hater lives and actually feel what it feels like to help people and animals by getting a vegan message out there that everyone can benefit from, especially the poor, who were the focus of this study.  

The intervention involved patients from a group general practice in Gisborne, the region with New Zealand’s highest rates of socioeconomic deprivation, obesity and type 2 diabetes.

This diet helps the poorest & sickest people.  Shame on anyone who subverts this message, totally despicable.  Spiking my potato and doing my victory dance!  WORLD CHANGING RESEARCH!

A little more insight for those in disbelief;

We placed no restriction on total energy intake. Participants were asked to not count calories. We provided a ‘traffic-light’ diet chart to participants outlining which foods to consume, limit or avoid (Supplementary Table S1). We encouraged starches such as potatoes, sweet potato, bread, cereals and pasta to satisfy the appetite. Participants were asked to avoid refined oils (e.g. olive or coconut oil) and animal products (meat, fish, eggs and dairy products). We discouraged high-fat plant foods such as nuts and avocados, and highly processed foods. We encouraged participants to minimise sugar, salt and caffeinated beverages. We provided 50 μg daily vitamin B12 (methylcobalamin) supplements. 

THIS IS EVEN MORE INCREDIBLE

Minor changes to trial design

At the 6-month end point, we observed significant differences between the intervention and control groups, and we offered the intervention to the control group. Ethics approval was obtained to extend follow-up to 3 years total, and the protocol was updated.

Basically means at the 6 month mark they could not ethically not offer the control group the amazing benefits of the low fat WFPB diet!  

Not only that they measured Quality of Life, Self Esteem & Mental Variables, Food Enjoyment, cost of food & more!  Each was improved on the diet! 

Adherence was high & those keeping a food journal did the best;

Multiple intervention participants stated ‘not being hungry’ was important in enabling adherence. Intervention participants were highly adherent with the dietary changes, although this decreased with time. Diet at 3 months correlated with weight loss at 12 months, but starting diet did not. These findings suggest an audited diet diary may be useful to predict success with a WFPB diet, and that those starting from a typical Western diet could expect similar results.

The key difference between this trial and other approaches to weight loss was that participants were informed to eat the WFPB diet ad libitum and to focus efforts on diet, rather than increasing exercise.

Many patients are interested in making dietary changes, and the WFPB diet can be offered as a safe and effective option for losing weight and obtaining some reduction in cholesterol, without necessarily increasing exercise. The main advantage is in eating to satiation without restricting the amount of food eaten. 

THANK YOU NEW ZEALAND & everyone there who took park in this study!!!  

Strengths of this research include randomisation, and the ‘real world’ nature of the programme, which involved community-dwelling adults who were provided skills and education but were responsible for their own food choices.

Well this is pretty much the best thing I have ever read.

The King’s Men by Nora Sakavic

Oh, Neil.

Andrew is already willing to make the ultimate sacrifice, protecting Neil’s life with his own. What more can Neil ask for? How can he not know the answer?

Interestingly enough, Neil seems to intuitively reach for something of greater value. He asks Andrew to quit cracker dust, curbing one of Andrew’s self-destructive habits. Neil doesn’t want Andrew to die. He wants Andrew to live.

Which is asking for something much deeper from Andrew.

And I love these types of scenes because they manage to raise the emotional stakes in just a few sentences without being overly sappy. Plus have parallels that do the same thing with greater weight later. This one deals with Andrew’s stake: finding a purpose. The next one deals with Neil’s stake: the truth about himself.

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“Vane, the Captain, was for making off as fast as he could, alledging the Man of War was too strong to cope with; but one John Rackam, who was an Officer, that had a kind of a Check upon the Captain, rose up in Defence of a contrary Opinion, saying, That tho’ she had more Guns, and a greater Weight of Mettal, they might board her, and then the best Boys would carry the Day. Rackam was well seconded, and the Majority was for boarding; but Vane urged, That it was too rash and desperate an Enterprize, the Man of War appearing to be twice their Force; and that their Brigantine might be sunk by her before they could reach on board. The Mate, one Robert Deal, was of Vane’s Opinion, as were about fifteen more, and all the rest joined with Rackam, the Quarter-Master. [..] John Rackam was voted Captain of the Brigantine, in Vane’s Room, and proceeded towards the Caribbee Islands.
-Captain Charles Johnson, A General History of the Pyrates

The human understanding when it has once adopted an opinion … draws all things else to support and agree with it. And though there be a greater number and weight of instances to be found on the other side, yet these it either neglects or despises, or else by some distinction sets aside or rejects.
—  Francis Bacon (1561–1626) Novum Organum noted that biased assessment of evidence drove “all superstitions, whether in astrology, dreams, omens, divine judgments or the like”
The Point

Body Talk Universe [Short]

He found him sprawled against the weighted metal cube, chin against his chest. One hand was cradled in his lap, fingers slack and slicked with drying blood, the other hand on the hard ground, palm upward and fingers slightly balled as if something were pried from them. His shirt was ripped across the chest, blood dried and caked around the wound he knew lay beneath, a fresh trail of blood draining out of it as the bleeding slowed.

The many bodies around this limp figure held no greater weight then the one in Genji’s chest. One moment he was struck motionless, and in the next, he was poised over his lover’s still form reminiscent of a straddle. He held the ashen face in one hand, dark brown eyes and free palm searching desperately for anything that spoke life over the prone body.

His brows furrowed at the clammy skin under his fingers, and his nose wrinkled at the heavy scent of copper in the immediate space around him.

Genji tapped the sensor under his ear to activate the comm. “Man down,” he said, barely managing through the wavering in his voice. He took a breath and repeated, “Man down,” with more strength than he knew he had.

Not even waiting for a response, he cut off the connection and tapped Lucio’s cheek.

“Come on, Lucio, talk to me.” He held a palm under Lucio’s nose, pausing and holding his own breath to feel even the weakest puff of air on his palm, knees weakening at the small mercy he had been afforded.

Alive, then. Even if barely.

He placed a gentle kiss on the other’s forehead before covering the same spot with his own. A moment later, he moved away to take stock of the chest wound. He ran a finger cautiously around the opening, hissing as he uncovered the crusted edges of a thin, but jagged slice from the clavicle to just past the breastbone. He knew it was from a blade.

“I only looked away for a second,” came the distressed moan from the MECKA pilot.

Genji didn’t look up at the approaching Korean who was out of her suit and coming to kneel beside them.

“It only takes a second, D.Va,” the Japanese snapped. “You of all people should know that.”

“He said it was okay for me to scout ahead!”

“You know better than to believe that.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“‘Sorry’ won’t bring him back if he doesn’t get help now.”

“Somone left him on the point,” Jack rasped from behind. Hana stood and backed away from her fallen friend, eyes downcast.

“The ship should be here in fifteen minutes,” Mei chimed in. She moved next to Genji and nudged him away a bit. “Let me freeze the wound until extraction. It should slow the growing infection.”

“Careful,” Genji croaked. “His–.”

“His heart, I know,” she interrupted gently. “I won’t let anything happen to him, okay?”

Genji nodded mutely.



Just a small something after the Lucio rework they did. Can’t leave him alone on the point, even if he tells you he’s going to be alright. 

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When an AKSU met a SAF - both those rather exotic firearms are derivative from the original Kalashnikov assault rifle and seems to demonstrate some kind of Darwin’s finches evolution in space and time.

By Soviet TTT (тактико-технические требования) order number 008407 from 19.17.1973 a design competition (codenamed “Modern"—Модерн) was started for the adoption of a fully automatic carbine, no doubt inspired by observing the US experience in Vietnam with the XM177. The Soviet planners also drew from the unsolicited design AO-46 built in 1969 by Peter Andreevich Tkachev, which weighed only 1.9 kg. The TTT specifications required a weight no greater than 2.2 kg, a length of 75/45 cm with the stock unfolded/folded, and a muzzle velocity of at least 700 m/s. The competition was joined by designs of M.T. Kalashnikov (PP1), I.Y. Stechkin (TKB-0116), S.G. Simonov (AG-043), A.S. Konstantinov (AEK-958), and E.F. Dragunov (who called his model "MA”). Kalashnikov also presented an additional design (A1-75) which differed from PP1 by having a modified muzzle for flash and noise suppression. By 1977 the GRAU decided to adopt Kalashnikov’s model, which was largely a shortened AKS-74, because it was no worse than the competition in terms of performance and promised significant production cost savings by utilizing existing equipment for the AK-74 line. A final round of large scale testing with Kalashinkov’s model was performed by airborne divisions in the Transcaucasian Military District in March 1977. The AKS-74U (“U"—Russian: укороченный; Ukorochenniy, or "shortened”) was officially adopted in 1979, and given the official, but seldom used GRAU designation 6P26.[42]

The SAF is a blowback-operated select-fire gun, firing from a closed bolt. It is based on the Swiss SIG SG 540 assault rifle which was produced under license in Chile in the 1980s. In general the design is a shortened version of the SIG 540 rifle, but the rifle’s rotating bolt has been replaced with a simple blowback bolt. The SAF also has a bolt hold-open catch that engages after the final shot. Otherwise, the receiver, stock, fore-end, trigger/hammer assembly and floating firing pin design are from the SIG 540. The upper and lower receiver, as well as the trigger guard are steel, pistol grip and Handguards are all made from polymer. The ambidextrous safety/fire selector switch, as well as the interchangeability with SIG 552/553 handguards, is a feature found on the latest versions. Older versions used own handguards.

I love how smug this icon is, it makes me look so completely self-assured and confident about everything I say which couldn’t be further from the truth but lends a greater factual weight to everything I say

For me and for you

*Disclaimer* I’m going to try and be as honest as possible within this whatever it is and that may mean that it gets super personal so if you’re still comfortable reading on than be my guest & welcome to basically my most vulnerable self. 

I believe that in most people’s lives, the entire aspect of self worth becomes apparent. The difference is, to some it holds a greater weight than others, and for me I guess you can say it’s been my lifes struggle. 

I’m that girl with all the daddy issues. It doesn’t get more basic than that. Because of this, instilled in me has been the most taunting question; am I good enough? And spoiler alert, for a very very very long time I absolutely did not think I was. I mean when one of the only two people who are pretty much genetically modified to love you, doesn’t, lots of insecurities rise. It definitely didn’t help that my middle school and high school experience wasn’t the most uplifting at times either. Saving you the whole sob story, in the most simple terms, I went through a lot. So much actually that I was quite literally at the point in almost not having to deal with it all nor go through anything anymore because I was ready to end it all. I was taken to the brink of life and fortunately ended up back where I belong. Home. There’s still this lingering embarrassment to know that I was so weak. To know that I was someone who didn’t want to be here, or continue my journey. I almost gave up, I almost threw it all away. But I will never make that mistake again, nor come remotely close.

Now that dark time in my life is a part of me, a part of my life as well as my journey, and it’s something in which I’ve learned to finally accept and appreciate. 

With the help of some amazing people, I dragged myself off of the ground that I was so comfortable living on and I willfully decided it was time to stop feeling sorry for myself. Eventually, 5 really long, really fucking hard years later, I’m still going. I’m still here and that question that has been haunting me most of my life is starting to fade away. 

Here’s why. 

The place I’m in right now is probably the time in my life in which I’ll grow the most as well as form the foundations of who I am to become. The thing I’ve noticed the most during this journey is that the people you surround yourself with are of the upmost importance. So thankfully, and as cliche as it sounds, I have been effortlessly blessed with “my” people. People that I take a least a moment everyday to thank whatever higher power there is for bringing me to them. There are absolutely no words to express the gratitude I have for them. There are also no words that I could put together to express how much these incredible human beings mean to me. 

I was never one to grow up believing in God. My reason being if He did exist, then why would He put me through so much hurt. I never understood why I deserved everything that was thrown my way, especially while I was so young. But the older I get and the more I experience life I’ve started to believe in something so much more. Because I don’t think it’s possible to have the family and friends that I do without someone who’s looking out for me and does so by placing them in my life.
I’m staring to think maybe I went through everything I went through so that I can be who I am now. And if that’s the case I’m more than okay with that. 

Yeah so what I didn’t and don’t have a dad, instead I have the most incredible mother. The most amazing family. And I have Daryl. They fill that void 10 fold and more. They are all I need. These will be the people I share the rest of my life with, and they are more than I could have ever hoped for.

I am who I am because you are who you are. Everyone who has been in my life has contributed to who I am now. Someone who I am making a person that I hope all of you can one day look back on and be proud of, and happy to have known. I could go on and on about how lucky I got with the friends that are in my life and how thankful I am but nothing seems to be enough. I feel as if no words or gestures will ever suffice in describing my infinite love for these people. They each have bettered my life in so many ways and for them to all say that I’ve also bettered theirs is really all you could ever ask for to me. I am honored to be in each and every one of their lives and so glad they allow me to be such a big part in it.
 

What more could you want in life? Love right? THIS is LOVE. This is what it’s all about. And I have it all over me, all around me, all throughout me. I couldn’t ask for anything more. 

 This is a thank you. A giant, I’ll never be able to repay you thank you. I do not know what I would have done without you and believe me when I tell you I whole heartedly love you. You are someone who has made me, me. You have contributed to my life, to my journey, in the most positive way. Some people go throughout their lives wondering their purpose, wondering if they’ve made a difference or if they’ve changed anyones life. Well I’m giving you the answer to all those questions. It’s me. Yes it may be small. But at least you know you had a purpose, for me, and you’ve made a difference to me including changing my life. Thank you for being there for me, for having my back, for loving me, and making me feel that I belong. Thank you for keeping me here. Thank you for going through this adventure with me and thank you for being a piece of my forever. I love you, always forever and so dearly. 

It’s been a tough fight that I’ve been fighting internally but I’ve come to a place with myself where I’m actually happy. And that is something I didn’t think I would get to have. I didn’t think I would get to not only be content but to be genuinely excited to be here and eager to live life again but I proved myself wrong. I pushed myself out of the darkness and now I’m basking in the sunlight and let me tell you, warmth has never felt so good. I have worked to become someone who I like and respect and someone who the people I love can confide in whenever necessary. I love me. 

If I can be anything, I want to be strong. And that’s what I’ve become and will continue to be. 

So with that, coming back to what this post was about to being with, at this point, I now do feel like I’m good enough. With 100% of the credit given to the people that love me. Because I really believe that if I am worthy of love from some of the best people I know, I can’t be that bad right?

Of course, Javert is very much moved in the end, with the revelation of Jean Valjean’s sublime qualities. But while Marius responds to the same discovery by trying to make amends, Javert commits suicide. Having abandoned his own quest to bring the outlaw to justice, the policeman triggers a series of reflections that flesh out his psychological profile. The man with no inner life is amazed to find that he has “under [his] breast of bronze something preposterous and disobedient that almost resembles a heart” (1325). He has learned to understand, to empathize with, and therefore to care about another.

In consequence, he has rendered good for good without any regard to external factors. Perhaps most puzzling, he has been able “to sacrifice duty, that general obligation, to personal motives, and to feel in these personal motives something general too, and perhaps superior” (1320). Public affairs have yielded to personal concerns of equal, if not greater, weight. The dichotomy between the particular and the general has suddenly dissolved, as private emotions have become invested with the sense of universal value previously reserved for the legal code.


This capacity for discerning and affirming a unique identity brings not joy and liberation but terror and disorientation: “Javert’s ultimate anguish was  the loss of all certainty. He felt uprooted. The code was no longer anything but a stump in his hand… . Within him there was a revelation of feeling entirely distinct from the declarations of the law; his only standard hitherto” (1323).

—  Les Miserables: Conversion, Revolution, Redemption by Kathryn M. Grossman

VERTICAL CLIMB

The F-16 has a thrust-to-weight ratio greater than one, providing power to climb and accelerate vertically. It thus can climb to its service ceiling of >50,000 ft in about 1 minute
Consequently, great style lies midway between the artist and his object. There is no need of determining whether art must flee reality or defer to it, but rather what precise dose of reality the work must take on as ballast to keep from floating up among the clouds or from dragging along the ground with weighted boots. Each artist solves this problem according to his lights and abilities. The greater an artist’s revolt against the world’s reality, the greater can be the weight of reality to balance that revolt. But the weight can never stifle the artist’s solitary exigency. The loftiest work will always be, as in the Greek tragedians, Melville, Tolstoy, or Moliere, the work that maintains an equilibrium between reality and man’s rejection of that reality, each forcing the other upward in a ceaseless overflowing, characteristic of life itself at its most joyous and heart-rending extremes.
— 

Create Dangerously

A Lecture by Albert Camus

December 14, 1957 at the University of Uppsala in Sweden

Crush Update

Here I go. Another little spiel about one of the most amazing things in my life currently.

So, I was pretty sore yesterday from Day 3 of Crush. It mostly consisted of abs, but legs also (just body weight though). So I was like okay, I’ll probably be sore, but I’m not too worried.

I wake up yesterday morning sore as a mofo. Seriously, my abs and my quads and MY RIGHT CALF hurt so bad. But I woke up saying today’s arms so you don’t really have to worry.

So when I got to the gym at about 12 pm and was about to start the warmup, I was like FCK. My legs are really sore but I’m gonna push through because I wanna make some gains. I go on to do arms and there are about 7 or 8 exercises and I was like crap. I take my time doing everything, going slowly on the workouts to make sure my form was on point and all that jazz (and used some greater weight than I usually do for some). I knew I was going to be sore.

So at around 11 pm last night, I could feel my triceps starting to hurt. Already I was becoming sore…so I went to bed at 3 and woke up at 9 and I was like nah going back to sleep. I finally get out of bed at 11:30 and the minute I try stepping off my bed, I thought I was going to fall down. My quads, RIGHT CALF, and abs hurt 23.42x more than they did the first day (typical but I was already super sore) and my arms hurt SO BAD no matter how I move them. I can barely make it up and down the stairs, I struggle bending down and getting off the toilet, I can’t move my torso in anyway bc of how sore my abs are (though I continuously stretch them out though it hurts like a b), AND forget about lifting stuff.

CAN’T WAIT TILL MY ARMS ARE SHAKY AS I DO MY BLACK TIE MAKEUP FOR MY COUSINS WEDDING AND GET EYELINER DOWN MY CHEEK.

THANKS BEN, I REALLY APPRECIATE IT.

To say that a power elite directs the affairs of state is not to suggest the existence of some dark conspiracy. It is simply to acknowledge the way Washington actually works. Especially on matters related to national security, policy making has become oligarchic rather than democratic. The policy-making process is not open but closed, with the voices of the privileged insiders carrying unimaginably greater weight than those of the unwashed masses.
—  Andrew J. Bacevich, The Limits of Power: The End of American Exceptionalism, 2008. (p. 82)