health Ninja

I was shocked every time I heard the story of Polynesian people who died suddenly from heart disease, diabetes, and even intestinal cancer, in their youth. My grandfather was very young when he passed away from a bowel movement. My 62-year-old mother currently has a long history of chronic illness, joint pain, stroke, and currently suffers from diabetes. Outside of my immediate family, I see various Polynesians who are sick because of food, and I am afraid they will not live to see their grandchildren. So what happened to our relatives, and how can we deal with it?

I will give you seven best tips that you can use to live longer, and regain your health from now on, but first I need to let you know a little bit about myself.

I am a Polynesian man in his late thirties. I grew up in New Zealand with parents who cared for six children. I came to the United States in the last half of the nineties to go to class. Later in my senior year of College, I had put on extra weight, about 15lbs. There is nothing wrong with that. As the whole year passed I also gained all the muscle discomfort against fat.

This was strangely unusual for me, as I had a real passion and played many cutting sports, such as rugby, soccer, tennis and volleyball. I’ve always been fair about being in shape and I was obsessed with accumulating a daily dose of body tissue to fat. I ignored it for a long time until one day I was flipping through some pictures I had just created. I saw my correction when my back was facing the camera. In short I was confused about what that was. I did not see myself. It was humiliating and embarrassing for me to realize that the way I thought, and the way I really looked, had completely changed. Is this what people are seeing?

Now I have bought a few scales to check for damage. Following three years of shock I found 246lbs solid. I was shocked. This was not the most significant part. Then I started having chest pains, and I experienced tremors and swelling. I always felt tired. On top of that I looked depressed. So what happened? All things considered, more or less, I was eating certain unacceptable foods, occasional unacceptable foods, and a lot of other things.

I decided that I was planning to start a campaign, in order to lose 30lbs, later all that would be fair. I mean, I’m a hard worker, I have to be a stupid person. So I did what most people do, headed to the nearest gym, pursued a fitness and fitness trainer, bought all the protein bars, exercises and enhancements they had suggested. I even picked up a health magazine and bought the things they suggested. All things considered I had done little to get everything, except this was going well as I was genuinely humble.

I went for the next 3 months working with my mentor twice for seven days, and alone four times a week, not working on Sundays. My exercise includes 35-45mins of cardio six days a week and weight preparation 60 Min’s 5 days a week. At first I started to lose 4-5lbs a week. I was really strengthened, then, at that moment, little by little, it started to drop to 2lbs a week, at that time, at that time, there was none. My coach told me that ‘we really want to change your eating habits a little bit, and work a little harder’. Accept it when I let you know that I was squeezing my hips to be in good shape. There were days when I was alone at the restaurant at 1.30am doing cardio. The cleaners joked that I was expecting to pay rent when I was there this way.

And later it happened, on my next day of appearance I had gained 2lbs. My trainer assured me that this was a muscle gain, and I should not stress as the scales do not detect muscle gain, fat gain, or muscle misfortune and misfortune otherwise. I was cautious for the reasons that I felt so weak. I couldn’t sit up or compress the leg I could have done in 3 months soon, and I think I’m really gaining muscle, should I not be strong. It didn’t sound right to me. All things considered I had progressed to the very limit of our planned preparation program. At the end of the day I weighed 227lbs. I was losing 19lbs, not bad, but rather a long distance from my 30lbs goal.

The worst thing about it, was that I didn’t look very different, I was just humble. It was disheartening for me to think that I was so tied up with so much dissatisfaction with how I looked. I was still visually impaired, not very clear, and I still felt constantly tired, always more tired than when I was so overweight. Then, at that moment, it occurred to me, that the counselors at the seminary take clear courses and certificates to help their clients find the status quo. Maybe they were not clear to me in public. I began to pay more attention to the things I was eating, the kinds of food, just as they meant to me, and even the food sources suggested by my sincere counselor. Here is what I found.

1. The sheer amount of carbohydrates I was eating, even the strongest carbohydrates, had the opposite effect on me.
2. I was able to focus on vegetables and natural products throughout the day and be enthusiastic.
3. I would eat less than 36g fat a day for a long time and be overweight
4. Eating illegal red meat made me feel stronger and did amazing exercises
5. Eating coconut food, foods rich in immersed fats tested my diet, and accelerated my fat loss.
6. Eating a slightly larger supper regularly, gave me incredible energy, despite the widely accepted idea of ​​eating a modest dinner in a row.
7. Strong grains, such as oats, and whole wheat bread freed me from losing weight.