Starling Fitness: Daily writings on Fitness, Diet, and Health

All of the exercise gadgets of the past look silly and it’s rare when a gadget comes along that looks just as silly as the entire catalog of 1950’s fitness equipment. Meet the Vacunaut:

• Vacunaut Vacuum Suit System

They claim that this suit changes the atmospheric pressure within it, causing fat to be lost in the abdominal area instead of other areas when you exercise:

The air leaves – the pressure increases. To begin with, the low atmospheric pressure sucks blood directly into the fatty tissue contained in the stomach and hip areas. Here, the exact dosage of fat is released into the blood as energy matter that the muscles need to burn. By changing the atmospheric pressure, blood which has meanwhile been enriched with fat, is pumped into the bloodstream. Once it reaches the muscles that are being trained it’s then burnt off. This constant change in pressure ensures that fat-enriched blood is steadily transported to the working muscles over and over again.

There is no scientific documentation backing up these claims, only heresay and testimonials. It’s not even something you can purchase. You need to exercise at one of their qualified “studios” to try the product out. This company would have you believe that exercise and diet alone isn’t enough.

Not even regular exercise and a controlled diet can help a man shed those pounds around the “problem zones”.

That’s not true. If you eat healthy and exercise, all the fat eventually goes away. It’s physics and there is no way you can avoid it. Don’t let this company get you. Everything that you need to lose weight is right inside you now. Don’t give them your money.

Via: Popgadget: Personal Tech for Women – Vacunaut Fat Burning Suit

I wrote a fiction piece on Pick Me! about Strength and what it would look like when you finally reach it.

• Pick Me! » Illustration Friday: Strength

Illustration Friday is a weekly illustration challenge. A topic is posted every Friday and then participants have all week to come up with their own interpretation. It is for illustrators and it seems every participant does a quick drawing for their entries. I prefer to write fiction, so I follow the same rules using the challenge of the week to write a short story.

It has been a year and a half since The Bosu Incident, where I had a junior high moment with a skinny wench in an exercise class. Finally, I have a glimmer of understanding of why I might have attracted the taunting from that class member. It came from this article from ACE:

• American Council on Exercise – Fitting In At The Gym Doesn’t Have To Be A Challenge

There are lots of normal etiquette items that are mentioned like wiping your sweat off the machines after you use them, but the one that spoke to me was number four:

Stay back when starting a group exercise class. When joining a new group exercise class with detailed choreography, stand near the back of the room and let the experienced group workout near the front.

Apparently, the rules are when you don’t know what you’re doing, you should stay at the back of the class “where you belong” instead of trying to get close to the instructor so you can see what’s going on. I broke this unspoken gym rule, so the brown-haired girl thought it was acceptable to make fun of me. She didn’t think I was “good enough” to be at the front of the class. I just wanted to be able to see what the teacher was doing since I had never taken that class before.

It would be really helpful if gyms would post all the unspoken rules. They’d look something like this:

• If you’re not a hard body, don’t even think about seeing the instructor. Only the best deserve to be at the front of the class.

• You’re safest if you just use the cardio machines and leave as quickly as possible.

• You better not show your disgust at the grunting he-men on the weight machines, even if they don’t wipe off their sweat.

• Telling the instructor it’s your first time taking their class is just showing weakness. You’re here to get strong, not special instruction.

Ok, I’m finished complaining. It just makes me mad that the brown-haired girl felt justified in making fun of me when I was just doing the best that I could. Gyms are anything but nuturing environments. I wonder why I keep paying the monthly membership.

Via: Health and Fitness Blog :: Gym tips from ACE

I have free weights and a stability ball in my house, but I rarely use them. When I do Yourself! Fitness, Maya will tell me when to use these things, but most of the time, they sit by the television unused. I just don’t really know how to use them like I can with the machines at the gym.

GetFitSource.com has an animated example of one exercise you can use with the ball and weights. It’s a simple press, but because it’s on the stability ball, it strengthens your ab muscles also.

• Health and Fitness Blog :: New Animated Functional Fitness Routine

This is a great way to demonstrate exercises. Still pictures are helpful, but a simple animation like this makes all the difference in the world.

I’ve heard it said about every kind of food, “I can’t eat that. It will give me gas.” Veggies, cheese, milk, fruit, meat, processed foods, uncooked foods, healthy oils, everything. I’ve been sitting in Weight Watchers meetings for almost four years now. I’ve heard that phrase refer to everything.

Sometimes, it’s hard for me not to roll my eyes. Sometimes it’s hard for me not to turn around and “bless” these people with my “vast” knowledge about gastrointestinal pain. Gas is the whole reason why I decided to start eating healthy. My stomach was killing me and a stupid doctor told me that the reason why I was in pain was because I was fat.

What would I tell them if I didn’t hold my tongue? (more…)

Just like this PostSecret postcard, I must admit the envy I’ve felt when I’ve looked at the incredibly thin and perfect. I’m not talking about the walking skeletons that I’ve seen. Those women make the Italian mother in me swell up. I want to give them a sandwich. I want to cook pasta for them.

No, the envy I’ve felt is for those perfect little women right on the border of an eating disorder. I’ve seen them at the gym and at the mall. They pick at their salad from Chick-Fil-A, avoiding the crunchy chicken bits. They try on the smallest sizes and complain that they don’t fit. They shop at The Limited Too.

I feel like they don’t deserve it. It’s not logical because I see them sweating it out at the gym. They run and run on that treadmill. How could they not deserve the perfect body? Somehow there is a glitch in my brain that feels like they couldn’t possibly know how it feels to be fat. I wonder if anyone thinks those things about me?

PostSecret‘s beneficiary is the National Hopeline Network. It is a 24-hour hotline (1 (800) SUICIDE) for anyone who is thinking about suicide or knows someone who is considering it.

I saw the graffiti on the wall and felt the shame. FAT! It was a word that was used to torment me all through grade school. Seeing it there, on the wall was like a stranger had made a judgment call across the space-time continuum. I felt that whoever sprayed that word on the wall knew I was coming and made it known that there is something wrong with me.

As I walked away, I tried to tell myself that it was cool. Fat is something that is cool now, right? Phat beats… Of course, the cool kind of fat is spelled with a “ph” and it’s about a decade too late to be cool anymore. No, fat pretty much still means fat…

I tried calm myself down as I headed to my destination. There is no way that the graffiti was trying to torment me. It was sprayed there less than a week ago, but the tagger couldn’t have possibly had me in mind when the can colored the wall. That word on the wall had nothing to do with me. It still stung, though. It was like the wall knew I was coming and said exactly what it was thinking.

When I tell people that I used to be fat, they are surprised. I can almost tell what they are thinking behind their eyes. They think that I was fat for a little while and I got over it like most people get over the flu. There was some sweating and discomfort, but now I’m all better.

I’m here to tell you that it wasn’t like that for me. I was fat before I remember being myself. I think my personality came into being the day that I realized that I was fat. Fat is so much a part of me that I see the word on a wall and identify with it so strongly that I think it was placed there specifically for me. I don’t know if fat will ever leave my psyche. Maybe I’ll spend the rest of my life feeling bigger than my body.

On the way home from my appointment, I stopped and looked at the wall. I pulled the camera out of my purse and clicked a few pictures. I decided that if I identify with the word so much, I might as well take it into myself and make it positive somehow. I don’t know how, but that’s the goal.

The foodie weblogs are fun to read and sometimes I find something interesting to write about. Imagine my surprise when a person who is unashamedly addicted to food voiced my same feelings about processed food.

• Slashfood – Hostess: the CupCake no longer beloved – by Sarah Gilbert

Sarah Gilbert explained that her once-beloved treat from childhood, the Hostess Cupcake, was no longer something she had any desire for. It wasn’t about health or fitness or diet. It was about the taste of the food. She has eaten the best of the cupcakes from the finest bakeries around the country. Hostess just doesn’t do it for her anymore.

Ironically, the finest cupcakes from the elite bakeries around the country probably have about the same amount of calories and fat as the Hostess variety. If I’m going to spend that many calories on something, it better be the best.

Years ago, I had a subscription to a magazine called Mode. It went belly up and I ended up being sent Woman’s Day for the remainder of my subscription. Mode was a magazine for full-figured women and I loved it. Instead, they sent me a magazine full of fattening recipes and not a single full-figured woman on its pages. I’m still angry and it has been years since that replacement subscription finished up.

When I Googled the words Lane Bryant to check the spelling for yesterday’s entry, I found this magazine featured on their website:

• Figure Magazine – The New Shape of Fashion

It’s supposed to be available in their stores or you can get a subscription here. After looking at the their website, I really don’t know what to think. They haven’t provided enough content for me to see whether I would enjoy it or not. I am put off by the advertisement for the fad diet, “Your Hidden Food Allergies Are Making You Fat” under the Figure Finds section.

I think I’ll drop by Lane Bryant and buy a copy. I really miss Mode Magazine. It was one of the influences that persuaded me to decide to love myself as I am and to quit dieting. The minute I made that decision, my life took a turn for the better. I made healthier choices in my life and I eventually decided to eat well and exercise in order to be healthy instead of conforming to some preset notion about feminine beauty.

This photo is stunning. John Galliano’s spring show included this fabulously beautiful model among his waifs. He also included older models, a dwarf and other extremes of the human form. The reviewer stated that the show “evoked a carnival sideshow.” I don’t know if that is what John Galliano was shooting for, but I don’t care.

For once, he showed that fat and beautiful are not mutually exclusive descriptions. This woman is drop dead gorgeous and I want to own that dress, even though I have no where to wear it. Even if he was trying to promote a freak show atmosphere, I don’t care. Fat AND beautiful women were no longer invisible for this one show. They say that the show attendees laughed when the models walked out on the runway. I’d rather be visible and laughed at than invisible and ignored.

• Washington Post – Citizen Models

I’m not a slave to the fashion world. Before reading this article, I had never heard the name John Galliano. The only reason I know who Karl Lagerfeld is because he lost a lot of weight. I think I’ve ignored the fashion world because they never made clothes for me when I was fat. Now that I’m thin, they can keep their clothes. I’d keep shopping at Lane Bryant if I could because they were there for me when I really needed them.

For once, a designer has acknowledged that fat women can be spectacular, sexy and gorgeous. Thanks, John Galliano.

Via: Big Fat Blog: The Reaction to a Runway Model