Myself!
I’ve been reading up on BMR, and the Harris Benedict Formula and I’ve calculated the amount of calories i need to maintain my current weight as well as the amount of calories i need to LOSE weight.
Here’s the math:
BMR=655+(530.7)+(23.5)-(75.2) which makes my BMR=1,134
Now for the Harris Benedict Formula…
Calorie-calculation: (1,134)(1.375)
Calorie-calculation (to maintain my weight) = 1,559.25
soooo…
Calorie-calculation (to lose weight) = 1,059.25!!
I’ll try this for three weeks and see where it takes me.
****I also bike for an hour every day before attending school ****
When we look at thin bodies, we like thin bodies more. When we look at fat bodies, we like fat bodies more. If you hate or fear fat, and all you ever see is mainstream media full of thin bodies… Try a visual diet. Change what your eyes eat.
Anna Kinder, BigHappyBeauty.com
For more information: Seeing Body Diversity Makes Us More Comfortable With Diverse Bodies (Jezebel)
I’ll be skinny when I have thigh gap, when I can see my hipsbones and my collarbones, and when the people say me ‘You’re skinny’ instead of ‘You’re not fat’.
Don’t tell thin women to eat a cheeseburger. Don’t tell fat women to put down the fork. Don’t tell underweight men to bulk up. Don’t tell women with facial hair to wax, don’t tell uncircumcised men they’re gross, don’t tell muscular women to go easy on the dead-lift, don’t tell dark-skinned women to bleach their vaginas, don’t tell black women to relax their hair, don’t tell flat-chested women to get breast implants, don’t tell “apple-shaped” women what’s “flattering,” don’t tell mothers to hide their stretch marks, and don’t tell people whose toes you don’t approve of not to wear flip-flops. And so on, etc, etc, in every iteration until the mountains crumble to the sea. Basically, just go ahead and CEASE telling other human beings what they “should” and “shouldn’t” do with their bodies unless a) you are their doctor, or b) SOMEBODY GODDAMN ASKED YOU.
rule number 1: You never ever tell someone to kill themselves
rule number 2: You never tell someone that they are fat
rule number 3: You never tell someone that they are thin
rule number 4: You never judge someone and point their flaws
rule number 5: If you don’t have anything nice to say just shut the hell up
I want clothes to hang off of me like a hanger.
I want size 1 jeans to be as baggy as if I’m wearing sweatpants.
I want XS shirts to look like it 4 sizes too big.
I want my waist to dwindle down to a size 00,
for my legs to look like twigs and my arms like thin branches.
this sounds really fucking great until you get there and lose everything in the process
Fighting between these thought processes.
I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.
My biggest fear is never becoming skinny. I don’t want to be fat for the rest of my life
My biggest fear is never becoming accepting of who I am and how I look. I don’t want to be unsatisfied with myself for the rest of my life
