Yesterday I finished the first of two green-coffee-bean-extract pill bottles bought thirteen days ago, and lost three pounds (1.4 kilograms)—not going quite as well as the previous time around—although I haven’t cut out many calories; as I’m pretty much consuming the bare minimum now as it is: keeping my input below 1000 calories per day. Just think, nine more pounds to go, and I’ll cross over into the realm of being on the high side of “overweight.”
“Big @#*&^%+ deal,” I say. Anyway, that’s better than being “obese,” I suppose; however, I do feel a lot better already, but was infinitely happier when stuffing my face with Tastykake cakes and pies, Entenmann’s pastries, lots of pasta and carbohydrates, chocolate and sugarcoated delights, dairy products: two gallons of milk and a pound of cheese weekly; and a pint or two of various-flavored ice cream in that seven-day span. The lack thereof is making me dream of pigging out and resenting myself upon awaking, feeling starved as if my stomach thought my throat was cut (pardon the old cliché).
My only hope of reaching the new goal: losing an additional twenty pounds (9.7kg or 1st 6lb), is to remain vigilant in my eating habits, but to increase the daily exercise regimen; which, for this lazybones, is the toughest part of all.
I’ve been walking about a mile (1.5km) daily with a camera and gear, tripod, and chair slung on my shoulders. Perhaps hiking in double-time, or speed-walking, might help the body’s thermal, fat-burning ability. Does one have to necessarily move his or her arms back and forth repeatedly in an exaggerated, double-time fashion while hoofing-it rapidly? I suppose that makes a person look like they are moving faster, but it’s hilarious to watch someone else do it.