I have a beer belly. It's a haunting fact that strikes me everytime I look into the mirror. All the physically intensive training is pretty much over now, so I'll have to pick up the pace independently if I wish to burn the calories that plague my libidinous abdomen. I didn't even lose much weight during the training, and have packed up a few chunks lately. Must be all the American food I've been eating at the base, i.e. Charley's philly + fries.
So I believe I must remedy this situation somehow. I suppose I could go through the whole routine of dieting and exercise, but I'm uncertain as to how long I can retain the self-discipline required for the endeavor. Also, I don't know how effective a few hours of daily workout would be for me. Until only about a month ago I used to do thousands of pushups and run a dozen miles each week. Even so, my lovely belly fat sternly refused to bid farewell. Hence I am not completely confident that a minor enhancement of my quotidian habits would make a dent. I suppose I'll stay fit, in any case, so there's nothing to lose. Still, the issue at hand is regarding my belly, which I suppose must be resolved through liposuction if the need arises.
What, then, is the exact reason that I would like to slim down my waist? I suppose it comes down to two facts. 1. It looks hella ugly. 2. It's a sign of my physical well-being, or the lack thereof to be precise. The first reason, I suppose, is obvious enough, but can be easily addressed by just not giving a hoot about it. I guess I may be oversimplifying the matter, but let's move on. The second reason bears more integrity in the nature of the predicament, I believe. Although my effort to workout may prove futile in serving the first purpose, it is certain that working out in itself fulfills the second reason, whether it rids me of my doughy pot or not.
Well, then. We shall see how this unfolds.
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Not to upset you, I was blessed with a hyper-metabolism. I literally burn through calories just sitting still. My body temperature is a full degree higher than average.
That said, two things affect me; two things stick. Beer and fast food. Beer shows up in my love-handles zone after 24 oz. (two servings). It's damn freaky! Fast food sticks in me. graphic and gross, sorry, but it's true. Fowls up my guts after about three consecutive servings.
Regarding workout regimes, I'm spending money on a gym membership I don't use. I'm temporarily (hope to God) crippled. I slipped a disk in my lower back. Well, that's the only one the doctor's are worried about, anyway.
Here's wishing you an image to be content with, or at least contentment with your image.
They say men are more prone to get belly-fat than women, especially the kind of fat that are beneath the layer of flesh and around the organs, which may explain the higher percentage of heart attacks in the male population (aka clogged arteries).
So what does this mean, ellim-boy? Don't be like Bill Clinton who loved fast food and steak--he later had to get heart surgery. Try to avoid saturated fat (aka samgyupsal)and deep-fried food. Also, do cardio and situps to make your belly into a fat-fighting machine--although the belly IS the hardest place to lose fat. Actually, strong abs give you a strong back, so it's a double plus. HOohah!
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