Hey guys, it’s been a while, and I apologize for the missing post last week. I am glad to say that I’m still alive and kicking. While this post isn’t a travel/food post, nor the misadventures of Dr. Heimler, it’s one regarding something that’s close to my heart: exercise.
I used to weigh 82 kilos when I was fifteen, waistline of 37 inches. In short, I was the fat kid, bottom five in PE, a walking black hole for all manner of junk food, and abhorred physical activity in general. This all changed when I was sixteen, when I had my second crush 🙂
Firing hormones initiated a maniacal mental struggle that ultimately compelled the fat f*ckr in the mirror to do some stupid shit.
Here’s how it went down:
- Make a commitment to attain a Bruce Lee physique in three months.
- Wake up at 5 in the morning and run two miles before heading off to school.
- Beg your uncle for his spare set of 6 kg dumbbells.
- Have no idea what to do with said dumbbells aside from bicep curls (which you don’t even have the strength to perform lmao).
- Attempt basic lifts with dumbbells and injure yourself.
- Make no dietary changes.
- Feel like a dumbass.
I lost two kilos in three months, could finally curl 6 kilos, and could probably recite the entirety of Eminiem’s Recovery album in my sleep. I thought I’d end up like Bruce Lee after all that work, I became a slightly skinnier Asian James Corden instead. The worst part was that I got placed in the dreaded F R I E N D Z O N E.
Seven years down the line, thinking about it makes me chuckle on the inside, like watching at a kid fall in a sand pit trying to do his first handstand. So I got curious and decided to do an experiment, which I urge you, the reader, to try out for yourself.
What you’ll need:
- A dose of I N T E R N E T, available wherever your smart phone is. Alternatively, a pack of M&Ms will suffice, available in your local stores until the day the sun turns into a red giant.
- A pair of trainers/sports shoes.
- A sports app to track the amount of calories burnt. I recommend MyFitnessPal for its versatility. Alternatively, a treadmill with a calorie counter works too, but the results won’t be as accurate.
- Spare some time in your day, get your bum off that couch.
- Turn on that running app/ calorie meter before you begin your 5 km run. This is the most crucial step.
- Now run like hell. If you are not used to it, you’ll curse me for this, but Just Do It.
- Go to wherever the M&M’s are, and read up the nutrition label. Pay close attention to the calories incurred per 100 g serving, and the amount of sugar in those sweet little bastards.
- Compare how many calories you burnt versus how many calories are in a pack of M&M’s.
Conclusion: 3 M&M’S = 1 LONG WORKOUT (estimate). I came to this, which is the takeaway for this post:
YOU’LL NEVER OUT-TRAIN A BAD DIET.
While I do still enjoy M&M’s, I never looked at them the same way again.
The author does not advocate any drastic action taken on the spur of a moment, but highly recommends that the reader rethink their dietary choices upon a full analysis. To get a better overview of one’s metabolic and caloric state, the author recommends checking out the individual basal metabolic rate (BMR) for a more complete picture before taking any action.