Personal Narrative: Why I Started Using Fat Burnx

Within the next week I was rushed to the hospital because of excruciating chest pains, after a variety of tests they reach a final verdict; by not eating I weakened all of my muscles in my body and all of my organs were starting to attack one another. Once I was finally released my mother took me to see many different doctors. I found a nutritionist and began my journey back to living a healthy life, where I both exercised and ate well. My image has always been one of my main issues with myself and has held me back from trying new things and being who I want to be. That experience has taught me to love who I am, no matter what anyone says. And if I wasn't faced with that problem I would not be as strong as I

I have always been very obsessed with body image. When I was young, baseball was my sport. Soon after, I joined the swim team. During these years I’ve never looked the way that pleased me. When the age of fourteen came around, I decided to join the gym with a personal trainer. At this time, being overweight and unhappy. Never did I think the gym would mean so much to me in the future. Just before the age of sixteen, bodybuilding made a drastic impression on me. The art of building a well symmetrical body. Everything about this sport fascinated me because it gave a chance to create a new me.

My weight never once had a part in any of these life decisions. We are now currently in the spring semester of my first year of college and I am finally realizing something. My weight is not a reflection of my mood. Ten year old me would have never believed that the word “obese” was not the worst word she would or could be called in her lifetime. Twelve year old me would have never guessed that a girl her size could get a boy a zillion times better than Austin, a boy named Travis who tells her he loves her every chance he gets. Sixteen year old me only assumed that the weight loss that she had lost was only the product of a sport that she no longer played, but now she is under the goal that she had set for herself when she was at her worst and is still working towards losing more. I am currently eighteen and I have learned two things. Everyone’s thighs jiggle when they run and that assuming things about the future does make an ass out of you and me. I still binge on fast food sometimes, and say hateful things to myself in the mirror too. I am only human. My diet is also healthier; I exercise frequently, and try to smile more often. Although my weight is still something I believe I could work on, it is no longer in control of how I feel. I am, and that's just a bittersweet

My freshmen year, surprisingly, passed by quickly. I was so busy with volleyball, basketball, track, and new school rules that I did not have much time to pick apart my body. There was still a part of me obsessing over my weight . I really started picking out my flaws my summer going into my sophomore year. I worked out every day in the summer. I started out by running the bike path that circles through my town once a day. The path’s distance was about 4 miles. Midway through the summer I started running the path once in the morning and once at night. I still was not satisfied with how I looked.

Since I was a little kid I had trouble with obesity, and controlling it. I wasn’t super active or athletic, except for in the summer when I swam for my summer league swim team, I didn’t like fruit or vegetables all that much, and I loved to eat junk food. And with my family, I didn’t feel like change was necessary in order to achieve success in life, so I didn’t really try to be physically fit,

Ever since I have been in school I was always the “bigger girl” of all my friends. I constantly wished I could look like them, and fit into the same clothing that they wore. I know that sounds silly and when I look back at it now it was absurd, I was young and did not know any better. I struggled through middle school, and then high school took effect. I pushed myself so hard to lose weight, to reach my goals, to finally be happy with myself. I ended up losing twenty pounds. Back then that still was not satisfying enough for me; I was obsessive about the number I would see when I stepped onto that scale. I wanted more! That was then and this is now. Being twenty years old, I wish I could go back to that weight I was in high school, but not having that negative unhealthy attitude towards myself. A negative mind is never going to give you a positive life. As a college student I am always busy and on the go, I sometimes lose track of what food I am putting into my body, and how I am putting that food into my body. This book put a different perspective into my mind, and made me realize that I needed to change something in order for me to be happy with myself again. One specific part of the book really caught my attention. It is titled,

When I was younger at age 8, is when my family would say “You will not always be so skinny, enjoy it while you can” Being 8 years old, I thought my family was crazy and was just trying to scare me. As I got older I ate whatever I wanted, assuming I will always have a fast metabolism. Little did I know, it was about to go down hill. At age 16, I realized my weight started to increase. The higher the scale went, the more depressed I became. I did not like how

As a little girl I have always struggled with my weight, and I continuously stayed active because of the factors faced against me (i.e., genetics, socioeconomic status). Obesity has been called an epidemic and one of America’s “most challenging public health problems” (Mason 300). The percentage of obese Americans has more than doubled since 1980, with more dramatic increases found among men (CDC, 2007b). “According to data from 1999 to 2000, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) reported that 30% of adults age 20 years and older were obese, and when the number of overweight and obese were combined the percentage swelled to 64%. These figures were so alarming that the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services has made the goal of reducing obesity among adults one of its highest priorities (HHS, 2000). To examine the facts of how alarming obesity among adults truly is an under-statement. This topic really hit home for me due to the fact that I have pretty decent eating

There was very minimal information regarding how to overcome a negative body image. I kept reading about how you need to love your body, respect your body, end the negative self-talk, surround yourself with only positive people who will support you, etc. That is great advice, but how do you actually go about doing those things? Another good piece of advice I read was to maintain a healthy body, and that became my purpose. That is something that I can actively change in an effort to feel good about my healthy body and begin changing my focus to a positive body

What started out as a simple weight loss drug trial in America three years ago quickly spun into a catastrophe. People lost weight alright- in two quick months those who took the drug had perfect bodies. The girls had thigh gaps, lightly defined abs, no flab anywhere, and their skin tone even improved, males found increased strength, chiseled muscles, stronger jaw lines, and could even grow beards better. Suddenly, the people out of magazines didn’t seem so different, so jaw dropping and envied. But it didn’t stop there. All body fat soon disintegrated, muscles bulged and crushed bone, and bodies literally collapsed into themselves. The trial was stopped and use of the drug was prohibited, everything to do with the drug was burned, but it was too late. The man who had

So how long should you continue to the workout as outlined in this book? How high is up? Seriously, it really is up to you. By now, you are probably enjoying the exercise as you’ve moved through mile markers and can see the improvements. You are just now gaining control; don’t let the weight creep back up on you. Don’t let Bobby Fatz enter your thoughts. Continue to work out and adjust your weight loss goals. Move that goal farther out and strive to do it. Constantly shift and adjust your goals in a manageable manner.

A week later, after subsequently spending time with my family in Mexico I was back home in Ontario, California ready to remove my obnoxious fat around my areola. Due to the effects of me eating anything that is in my way. I was indulging so much in food that my body looked horrible for a kid that was only fifteen years old who had cellulite all over my stomach making it look like a cottage ball of cheese. It was difficult dealing with the fact I wanted to become a better version of myself, but I did not know how to nor what to do to achieve my goal. So what I did is look for to the nearest gym, which was the YMCA near my house at the time. There, I found my passion for working out experimenting with the iron weight. I did not automatically become Arnold Schwarzenegger. On the contrary for a year in a half I learned the basics of how to actually develop my muscles. As I worked out my upper body I made sure my muscle weir under tension to their absolute limit resulting in extreme exhaustion pushing myself to the point where I would nearly pass out. People at the gym would approach me and stand aside with a look full of curiosity. They would ask what the movement in my workout routines did. Afterwards being interrupted a couple times they asked me how I pushed myself so hard to the point weir my head looked like a tomato from squeezing all my muscles. Being asked a couple of times by people I

I come from a long line of craftsman’s and only being 31 years of age, I have been really fortunate to stay working and not just working with one job either. Various trades, customizing, production, back braking, you name it I have done. My name is Stephen Sanders II and at 16 years old I practically begged my father to show me the ways of building a custom set of stairs, trim, put crown molding up and base down. Needless to say that my father owned his own custom trim carpentry business. My father had and still has a reputation producing high quality, forever lasting works-of-art. No house was the same but the guarantee was. Now I was part of the pack.

I am a wanderer, I am not strong, I am not kind nor am I wise. Who I am is simply a product of my environment, a place of despondency consumed by an infectious plague of spirit affecting every living thing known as the Rot. Its effects are invisible to most though they are felt by all, each in their own way; often driving those affected to seek out the one place where the rot cannot go: The Void [1]. The Rot affects me as well, and all others I have known with varying degrees of severity, most were consumed by it; becoming nothing more than a decaying husk of what they once were.[2] I am one such individual who seeks The Void, this is the cause of my wandering.

The men in these advertisements look nothing like me, despite me being tall, it is still not enough. The media has put into my perception that slender, though muscular, bodies are more successful in romance, career and are self-confidence. These assumptions that the media has portrayed in my mind has left me questioning myself about my own physical body. I quite remember looking at the mirror and seeing that I had belly fat and my arms looked like a shrimp’s compared to the ideal men. I felt incompetent and worthless because the ideology that was put into my mind and my assumption that without the ideal body my career and romance life would come to an end. So I decided I needed to change, so I signed up for the gym to bulk up. This was no accident that I retreated to the gym, supposedly the media idea of achieving the ideal body is realized by working out, dieting, and cosmetic surgery. Pressure was also put on me by women, friends, other men and my parents, especially my father. Through advice like “Be a Man”, something that is easily said, but carried the weight of its message. I was expected to take charge. So I did by taking control of my body with exercise and drinking protein shakes and cutting down my food intake to meet the standards of society. This provided me with a sense of direction, control and achievement; however, it risked my health with symptoms of having eating disorders. Similarly, I have seen many men and women, mostly women,