Remember the early 90s? One of the big fads, and one I bought into hook, line and sinker was the Low Fat Craze.
I had a personal guru for each of the three tenets of SELF...one for Mind, one for Body and one for Spirit.
Covert Bailey was the guy who spoke to my Mind. He talked about the science of losing fat and getting fit. Enzymes, conversion of carbohydrates into energy, he kinda, in layman terms, got into the freakin' Krebs Cycle (the biological process of the body producing energy that gave me so much trouble in Joe's Honors Biology II in 12th grade, ugh!)
Jane Fonda was my Body guru. Richard Simmons was doing his Deal-A-Meal Plan and still kickin' it with "Sweatin' to the Oldies" sequels, but it was Jane's aerobic workout tapes that I literally became addicted to. It started with Low Impact dance-like beginner stuff and progressed to her full fledged Step Aerobics plan including her very 90s fuchsia and turquoise colored step system.
Finally, Susan Powter spoke to my Soul. Her high energy belly-screaming approach to virtually slap you awake from your fat-induced nightmare did wonders for the psyche. She made sense, but in an almost spiritual new-age love yourself first above all else approach. And she wasn't all hippy-dippy about her prostelization of the doctrine of self-love. She was tough about it. She basically screamed..."Don't listen to the hype. Fuck the negativity. Do what you need to do for you and nobody else. And do it NOW!"
I stepped on the scale this morning and lo and behold...
I'm back to 315.
And I feel it. I'm huffing and puffing again from simple walking to and from my car.
I've got to Stop The Insanity.
BTW, quick side note, but here's a "Then and Now Headshot" of my Spiritual Guide...
Well, at least she didn't gain back her weight.
Crack can do wonders that way. (No, just kidding!)
I had a personal guru for each of the three tenets of SELF...one for Mind, one for Body and one for Spirit.
Covert Bailey was the guy who spoke to my Mind. He talked about the science of losing fat and getting fit. Enzymes, conversion of carbohydrates into energy, he kinda, in layman terms, got into the freakin' Krebs Cycle (the biological process of the body producing energy that gave me so much trouble in Joe's Honors Biology II in 12th grade, ugh!)
Jane Fonda was my Body guru. Richard Simmons was doing his Deal-A-Meal Plan and still kickin' it with "Sweatin' to the Oldies" sequels, but it was Jane's aerobic workout tapes that I literally became addicted to. It started with Low Impact dance-like beginner stuff and progressed to her full fledged Step Aerobics plan including her very 90s fuchsia and turquoise colored step system.
Finally, Susan Powter spoke to my Soul. Her high energy belly-screaming approach to virtually slap you awake from your fat-induced nightmare did wonders for the psyche. She made sense, but in an almost spiritual new-age love yourself first above all else approach. And she wasn't all hippy-dippy about her prostelization of the doctrine of self-love. She was tough about it. She basically screamed..."Don't listen to the hype. Fuck the negativity. Do what you need to do for you and nobody else. And do it NOW!"
I stepped on the scale this morning and lo and behold...
I'm back to 315.
And I feel it. I'm huffing and puffing again from simple walking to and from my car.
I've got to Stop The Insanity.
BTW, quick side note, but here's a "Then and Now Headshot" of my Spiritual Guide...
Well, at least she didn't gain back her weight.Crack can do wonders that way. (No, just kidding!)