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Fat Bastard

Hamar WilliamsLeave a comment

I was going to talk about something serious, intellectual and philosophical. Minds would be blown by the insights, people would never be the same afterwards, life would forever be viewed through the lens of a new prism previously unknown to exist. Prior to the moment of world changing magic though I made the fatal error of some self-indulgence on one of these health and fitness websites. It appears I’m not healthy. There is something called a Basal Metabolic Rate or BMR for those in the industry. It is a way to see you metabolic age which apparently peaks at about seventeen years old and is basically a good indicator of our bodies actual age. It turns out mine is thirty-nine years old and unfortunately according to the Gregorian Calendar that is not an age I will reach for another five years. It appears all those feelings of aches and pains actually mean something other than I’m just soft, like to complain and feel sorry for myself. I am just soft, like to complain and feel sorry for myself clearly as evidenced by this piece but it’s not always nice to be proved right when it means I’m proving I’m not in good shape. Apparently I need more exercise, sleep and leaner proteins.

I also discovered I have a Body Mass Index (BMI) of 26 which means I am ever so slightly overweight. I am though 14.5 stone, 90 kilograms or 200 pounds depending on where you’re from, and six foot three or one metre eighty-eight also depending where you’re from. I’m a reasonably big man, and recently I’ve been trying to build a little more muscle, not much but a little. What does this mean for my BMI then? Muscle is heavier than fat, so how can I be sure whether I am overweight or just putting on more muscle? That has always been my issue with things like BMI and why all of these things needn’t be taken too seriously or dogmatically. Apparently I should ideally weigh between 10.8 – 13.7 stone, 68 – 87 kilograms or 152-192 pounds, but after being ill for three weeks once in India I weighed 68 kilos, I could see ribs in my back. I was not healthy. This isn’t me making excuses, I know my little tummy could be shrunk back but I don’t agree with their description of a healthy weight.

The final one was body fat but I couldn’t be bothered to make the effort to measure my waist and hips just to discover what I already know. So I need to lose a little weight and become a little healthier. I wouldn’t say I’m unhealthy but clearly I can’t say I’m healthy either. Ultimately though as I suggested earlier I take these things with a pinch of salt and not a serious pinch at that either. As a species we’re not healthy. We may have eradicated poverty in a lot of the western world but we’re all addicted to at least a few consumables like sugar, salt and fat. It’s good to get a little shot of drive to give me that little boost to continue my exercise and better diet. I’m just sore all the time and tired with it. I am thirty-nine after all, it’s all part of getting old. Saying that at this rate I’ll probably be in my mid forties by this time next year.

Sin

Hamar WilliamsLeave a comment

There is one thing we all have a tendency to do in life and that is things which are not good for us. Perhaps some of this was covered in Coffee or was supposed to be but there is not always a cohesion between the initial idea for this and what it evolves into. Currently my eyes are struggling not to feel heavy, my back is slouched and my belly is bursting. I ate too much for dinner. I knew as I piled the food on to my plate that I had too much and while on some occasions the realisation that the sun would likely rise in the morning with me still alive to witness it, and therefore need another meal to sustain me, would result in me taking what I needed and putting aside for the next day what I don’t; tonight was not one of them. What was clear was that I had too much food and I knew that but I did it anyway and as I ate I experienced the uncomfortable sensation of overeating. I didn’t stop.

Over the years I have heard various suggestions on what is enough food for someone to eat. They say your mind does something magical and will help your stomach to adapt to what is on your plate, seconds are therefore not advised as the stomach is not prepared. They say the stomach is the size of your fist. They say you should fill your stomach three quarters and leave the final quarter for air. They say a lot. Ultimately we instinctively know what is too much, what is good or bad for us, but we embrace what will damage us anyway. I read once that a lack of sleep can lead to us making bad decisions and one thing highlighted was food. When we are tired we crave foods we may not if we’re fully rested. My diet is not bad, if I am tired I do sometimes crave junk food, importantly I don’t believe that is because I’m feeling lazy to cook properly. That also doesn’t mean it is down to a lack of sleep though. Regardless I, we, know better. We know we are killing ourselves yet we do it anyway. Death by gluttony, it’s a real thing check it out, one of only seven authentic ways to die of sin apparently.