Exercise Ineffective for Weight Loss?

On Oct 31, 4:03 pm, Michelle Steiner wrote:

A nutritionist told me that back in 1976. It's been estimated that you
burn 100 Kcalories per mile (that would vary by weight, of course). One
pound of fat is about 3500 Kcalories. That means you would have to run
thirty five miles to burn up one pound of fat.


It's not just what happens during exercise - it's the resulting
changes in your body's metabolism and how it burns calories at all
times.

If you use more fuel than you consume you lose weight. If you lose
more weight than you can spare then you're one of the Olsen twins.

Btw, did you know they're fraternal twins?

On Thu, 01 Nov 2007 10:59:37 -0700, wrote:


It's not just what happens during exercise - it's the resulting
changes in your body's metabolism and how it burns calories at all
times.

If you use more fuel than you consume you lose weight. If you lose
more weight than you can spare then you're one of the Olsen twins.

Btw, did you know they're fraternal twins?

Absolutely true! I've been saying this for years now. HOWEVER to reap
those benefits a LSD is required. Short fast, or long fast runs use so
much energy they put your body into shutdown mode until it reairs
itself, then once it is repaired it also detracts from the 24/7
effect. Long, slow, easy runs do the weight loss best. I learned it on
my own, then saw studys backing it up. The long distance runner burns
more cals sleeping than the same person who didn't exercise does in
the same period.

On Thu, 01 Nov 2007 09:26:52 -0700, Prisoner at War
wrote:
Me, too -- in the past, when younger. Which is why I am really upset
at old age. What a ridiculous way to spend the next forty, fifty
years of life, looking uglier and uglier, getting weaker and weaker,
losing more and more of my mind....


Jesus christ man, you are only 35? You haven't even BEGUN the downhill
journey. About 37 to 42 is when heart attacks, strokes, cancer, kill
the weaklings. But bloated fuks like us who live longer will really
enjoy it at 50, then 55, then...oh just kill me now, please? At 50 you
feel like it's over, no amount of lifting alone puts on muscle, it
only hurts more. I don't even have the heart to tell you what the next
20 bring. If you are feeling like that at 35, you'll commit suicide by
45, nevermind 50 or over.

On Nov 1, 3:35 pm, Oldest guy alive
wrote:


Jesus christ man, you are only 35? You haven't even BEGUN the downhill
journey. About 37 to 42 is when heart attacks, strokes, cancer, kill
the weaklings.

The body stops "growing" at like 25. The 30s are supposed to be when
the break-down process begins. I'm certainly feeling it, what with a
spinal hernia and a mysterious tennis elbow from lifting weights! I
am soooooooo not looking forward to The Big-Four-Oh....

But bloated fuks like us who live longer will really
enjoy it at 50, then 55, then...oh just kill me now, please? At 50 you
feel like it's over, no amount of lifting alone puts on muscle, it
only hurts more. I don't even have the heart to tell you what the next
20 bring. If you are feeling like that at 35, you'll commit suicide by
45, nevermind 50 or over.

I've never thought suicide unreasonable. When I stop enjoying this
party called life, I will leave! So I'm going to the gym now, even
taking creatine and protein powders out of desperation, to see how
long I can keep up what youthful strength and vigor I have left -- to
see if I can even go some better than my youthful self, like benching
405-lbs. (I'm at my old personal best of 315-lbs. right now), or
running a ~5-6 minute mile, etc.

You know, maybe I'll be a bum when I get old, a tramp, a vagabond, a
wanderer...like them solitary old guys who travel the world by bicycle
on www.crazyguyonabike.com...I wouldn't need to worry about
appearances then, no need to worry about quality protein, enough
sleep, blah blah blah...in a way, I could see myself enjoying old
age...but from the perspective of youth, running and lifting and doing
whatever I want, oh my God, it's a horrible prospect...it's true, old
people do look like lizards! Every time I take the bus (see, I used
to bike most everywhere, but these days I actually take the bus!
Pretty soon I'll buy a car, too, finally...ugh) and see them old
people taking a whole minute to get on or off -- which is every day,
practically every three stops -- I shudder and actually feel a sense
of disgust...what a joke, to decay for the next forty or fifty years!
Just decay...my God, imagine something spoiling, literally dying,
every day for the next five decades...what a joke!!!

Dnia Thu, 01 Nov 2007 o 20:25 GMT PsychUout napisa³(a):
On Thu, 01 Nov 2007 10:59:37 -0700, wrote:


It's not just what happens during exercise - it's the resulting
changes in your body's metabolism and how it burns calories at all
times.

If you use more fuel than you consume you lose weight. If you lose
more weight than you can spare then you're one of the Olsen twins.

Btw, did you know they're fraternal twins?

Absolutely true! I've been saying this for years now. HOWEVER to reap
those benefits a LSD is required. Short fast, or long fast runs use so
much energy they put your body into shutdown mode until it reairs
itself, then once it is repaired it also detracts from the 24/7
effect. Long, slow, easy runs do the weight loss best. I learned it on
my own, then saw studys backing it up.

Could we see them studies too, or is LSD required for that?

The long distance runner burns
more cals sleeping than the same person who didn't exercise does in
the same period.

I like your stuff. I wish I had some too.

--
Andrzej Rosa 1127R

In misc.fitness.weights Prisoner at War wrote:

You know, maybe I'll be a bum when I get old, a tramp, a vagabond, a
wanderer...like them solitary old guys who travel the world by bicycle
on www.crazyguyonabike.com...I wouldn't need to worry about
appearances then, no need to worry about quality protein, enough
sleep, blah blah blah...in a way, I could see myself enjoying old
age...but from the perspective of youth, running and lifting and doing
whatever I want, oh my God, it's a horrible prospect...it's true, old
people do look like lizards! Every time I take the bus (see, I used
to bike most everywhere, but these days I actually take the bus!
Pretty soon I'll buy a car, too, finally...ugh) and see them old
people taking a whole minute to get on or off -- which is every day,
practically every three stops -- I shudder and actually feel a sense
of disgust...what a joke, to decay for the next forty or fifty years!
Just decay...my God, imagine something spoiling, literally dying,
every day for the next five decades...what a joke!!!

I don't think you need to worry. Having already left your bicycle and
started using the bus at your age it shouldn't take you too long to
either bloat into a hippo or shrivel into a lizard depending on your
constitution. If you can afford it, buy a car, then you'll have even
less time to wait before you degenerate from lack of exercise.

--
Chris Malcolm DoD #205
IPAB, Informatics, JCMB, King's Buildings, Edinburgh, EH9 3JZ, UK
[http://www.dai.ed.ac.uk/homes/cam/]

On Thu, 01 Nov 2007 13:07:14 -0700, Prisoner at War
wrote:

I've never thought suicide unreasonable. When I stop enjoying this
party called life, I will leave! So I'm going to the gym now, even
taking creatine and protein powders out of desperation, to see how
long I can keep up what youthful strength and vigor I have left

So does that crap really help? I'm thinking about trying some to see
if I can buildup a bit of muscle.

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Dnia Fri, 02 Nov 2007 o 05:10 GMT Oldest guy alive napisa³(a):
On Thu, 01 Nov 2007 13:07:14 -0700, Prisoner at War
wrote:

I've never thought suicide unreasonable. When I stop enjoying this
party called life, I will leave! So I'm going to the gym now, even
taking creatine and protein powders out of desperation, to see how
long I can keep up what youthful strength and vigor I have left

So does that crap really help? I'm thinking about trying some to see
if I can buildup a bit of muscle.

Creatine works, but the effects differ from person to person. If you
eat red meat often, you shouldn't expect miracles. Protein powders are
more of a convenience than anything else. Eat six times a day, if you
can do it. There are studies now, which supposedly show that eating
more often helps in maintaining muscle mass while on a CR diet. I've
seen just an abstract, so I can't tell for sure, but this "eat plenty of
small meals" strategy was around for ages, so I feel convinced even with
just an abstract.

And of course, anaerobic workouts would help quite a lot.

--
Andrzej Rosa 1127R

, old
people do look like lizards!


There maybe a few things that slow the formation of wrinkles
such as the bootleg form of the Alteon med Alt711 or is it Alt117,
benfotamine,
pyridoxamine, and possibly avoiding advanced glycation endproducts in
the diet. Avoid excess sun and take vitamin D instead. And don't
smoke. Benfotiamine is widely available and is much more effective
than high dose thiamine in preventing glycation. There as very few
sources of pyridoxamine
and it strictly grey market so far for the consumer.

I have doubts about the first, I take the second and likely I
should be taking the third item mentioned.

Try sci.life-extension on this topic.