I’m gonna tell you guys something, and I’m a little afraid to say this. This is my story. If my method happens not to work for you, well I warned you that it was dangerous upfront……..
Do you know how they say on TV, “always consult your doctor before starting a new diet and exercise program.”?
I didn’t do that.
I had been to the cardiologist. He wanted to put me on a bunch of drugs, and a diet. I’m sure they tried to give me a heart attack on their bloody treadmill. I went along with that for a little while and realized that I was just getting worse taking the drugs.
I turned my back on the medical profession, and said to myself that if I had a heart attack out in the street riding my favorite skateboard, that’s how I wanted to die.
I was not about to die in a hospital bed or a wheelchair. If I had to die tomorrow for it to be that way it didn’t bother me.
So I went out there and I rode the skateboard around town until I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Then I lay down on the ground until I recovered and got up to ride some more. I did this for years. It culminated in rides of 20+ miles in 2 hours.
Then I strained my Achilles tendon doing yoga in the kitchen at night and the 20 mile rides were over for a long time.
I’m not advising any of you guys to do what I did or do.
If you think what I did was insane, you probably have a good point.
I did what nobody would do. I did what every fat person is trained not to do. I had been on diets and watched other people on diets, including nearly all my relatives. Those things were always half measures designed to make you feel like some easy magic was going to happen.
I was at the point where the only way forward was to go for broke. I was lucky. More than you know at this point, because I had had some heart problems since a teenager. Most of the time I kept it to myself even when I thought I was gonna die. At the age of 55 I had lived with this knowledge for decades.
But I was brought up in a family where everybody smoked, and I think that had a big influence on my early cardiac health. I smoked myself for 30+ years. In fact I smoked heavier and heavier and heavier as the years went on, until I finally quit in 2008.
It was a cold turkey experiment just like my diet plan. I knew it was going to be painful, from the start, so I just told myself I was gonna live thru it or die soon anyway.
It worked. It all worked. Somehow, through good luck and grace, it all worked.
Do you know how they say on TV, “always consult your doctor before starting a new diet and exercise program.”?
I didn’t do that.
I had been to the cardiologist. He wanted to put me on a bunch of drugs, and a diet. I’m sure they tried to give me a heart attack on their bloody treadmill. I went along with that for a little while and realized that I was just getting worse taking the drugs.
I turned my back on the medical profession, and said to myself that if I had a heart attack out in the street riding my favorite skateboard, that’s how I wanted to die.
I was not about to die in a hospital bed or a wheelchair. If I had to die tomorrow for it to be that way it didn’t bother me.
So I went out there and I rode the skateboard around town until I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Then I lay down on the ground until I recovered and got up to ride some more. I did this for years. It culminated in rides of 20+ miles in 2 hours.
Then I strained my Achilles tendon doing yoga in the kitchen at night and the 20 mile rides were over for a long time.
I’m not advising any of you guys to do what I did or do.
If you think what I did was insane, you probably have a good point.
I did what nobody would do. I did what every fat person is trained not to do. I had been on diets and watched other people on diets, including nearly all my relatives. Those things were always half measures designed to make you feel like some easy magic was going to happen.
I was at the point where the only way forward was to go for broke. I was lucky. More than you know at this point, because I had had some heart problems since a teenager. Most of the time I kept it to myself even when I thought I was gonna die. At the age of 55 I had lived with this knowledge for decades.
But I was brought up in a family where everybody smoked, and I think that had a big influence on my early cardiac health. I smoked myself for 30+ years. In fact I smoked heavier and heavier and heavier as the years went on, until I finally quit in 2008.
It was a cold turkey experiment just like my diet plan. I knew it was going to be painful, from the start, so I just told myself I was gonna live thru it or die soon anyway.
It worked. It all worked. Somehow, through good luck and grace, it all worked.