Actually I know some limits....30 seconds under water...I know it's not much and I have big lungs so I don't know what's happening.
It also depends on the tools you have at your disposal and your ability to use them. If you are standing on the beach in bare feet, you are rather limited in conquest of the sky. If you are standing on the edge of a cliff with a hang glider strapped to your back, and the ability to use it, then the sky......
But, how do you know this limit....trial and error. If you try something and it hurts, then.....
Limits do change with age, and some people fail to realize this until...uh.....it hurts!
My shoulder is messed up because I was trying to keep up with a bunch of 30 somethings on a mountain bike trail and a tree jumped out in front of me! I don't do that anymore.
I grew up with a lake in the back yard, and an ocean a few miles away. My limit under water was 3 to 4 minutes when I was 25 years old, now 2 minutes max. I had a swimming pool in my back yard for the last 25 years. I used to keep track of how many laps I could swim under water without surfacing. An interesting observation that has held true over the years even as the overall number has declined, is that the number is always higher in winter when the water is colder.
I could hold my breath under water for 3-4 minutes in High School. A good friend (Robin Robinson, RIP) could best 5 minutes. We were all on a swim team for our neighborhood swimming pool.
Today, I'm probably good for a bit over one minute.
I've come to the age where I will be working on something and realize if I keep up I will probably take a trip to the Emergency Room, and it is time to pay someone younger to do the task (mostly working on the Truck or car like changing front wheel assembly, pulling a transmission etc).
Today, I'm probably good for a bit over one minute.
I've come to the age where I will be working on something and realize if I keep up I will probably take a trip to the Emergency Room, and it is time to pay someone younger to do the task (mostly working on the Truck or car like changing front wheel assembly, pulling a transmission etc).
Looks like I'm in a pretty bad shape. Only 30 seconds. Maybe if I train a little. My pain threshold is low, that counts too. Emphysema here we come (I still smoke a little).
Ah, this is one place where I excels; two minutes plus. ...And with a little training/practice, three minutes, more or less.
Thats how it starts. A pop tart here, a candy bar there... Next thing you know you wake up and you're 30 and you weigh 40 kg more than you should. (If you're lucky), its the HFCS that they use in everything. Sugar should be banned for everyone under 30...
Ever seen the labels on a bottle of "light" drink lately? it could contain anywhere from 3 grams to 30 grams of sugar...
Light yogurt. 30 grams.
Even stuff you wouldn't think that they put sugar in because it tastes non-sugary usually contains 10-15 grams of sugar
I've never known a Papua New Guinea native to be lazy or complacent with his waistline, that is up until he discovered shirts and television.
*freax goes back to eating his Jalapeno Chillis*
Maybe that's the plan of the Chinese and Russians, get us all fat and diabetic and then attack!
Oooh that was a hot one...
Ever seen the labels on a bottle of "light" drink lately? it could contain anywhere from 3 grams to 30 grams of sugar...
Light yogurt. 30 grams.
Even stuff you wouldn't think that they put sugar in because it tastes non-sugary usually contains 10-15 grams of sugar
I've never known a Papua New Guinea native to be lazy or complacent with his waistline, that is up until he discovered shirts and television.
*freax goes back to eating his Jalapeno Chillis*
Maybe that's the plan of the Chinese and Russians, get us all fat and diabetic and then attack!
Oooh that was a hot one...
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Speaking of being in shape; I've planted over two million trees, over rough terrains, heavy slash, very steep hills, and @ over 5,000 feet altitude.
For almost thirty years I was always the top gun (or one of the two or three), of all the various crews I worked with. And I worked with the best, and the best were two times as fast as me (I can count them in the fingers of one single hand, in thirty years).
And I must have worked for over fifty different companies. ...And I have trees (forests) everywhere; some close to hundred feet tall, on Vancouver Island, on the British Columbia coast and interior, and in Alberta, from west to east and north to south.
I've been in close encounter with grizzly bears, cougars, wolves, moose, eagles, and everything else that moves and not. ...Rivers, trees, rain, snow, freezing cold, horrid heat, bugs, lakes, ocean, creeks, chutes, mountains, forests, and all the wildlife you can find out there in the Canadian wild outdoors.
I almost die, several times, and always excaped death, ...so far.
My endurance level was one of my forte. And I met giants; in the forestry industry,,,tree fallers. ...And some of the most amazing and powerful characters; physically and mentally...true gurus of the human spirit and sacrifice.
I lost a friend chased and devoured by a bear, and others dead of freezing cold up the mountains, among the trees of the forests and the cold snow and freezing winds blizzards. ...I almost lost an eye in a dust wind storm. I've seen people falling of exhaustion due to intense heat (over 40 Celsius) while pushing their bodies to the limit. And some days I was the only man standing, and other days I was also falling among all my comrades.
I lived life extensively, I worked hard, I partied hard, I did it all. ...Yes, even sex, drugs and rock & roll.
Today @ 60 I'm not the same; but what I did I did it to my limits (unlimited).
Physically I'm no more the same than when I was thirty, but mentally/spiritually I am one trillion times more advanced.
Retirement is peace, contentment, permanent happiness state of mind.
...Stress-free, pressure-free, totally libre. ...Libre (liberty) of everything.
...U!timate consciousness.
For almost thirty years I was always the top gun (or one of the two or three), of all the various crews I worked with. And I worked with the best, and the best were two times as fast as me (I can count them in the fingers of one single hand, in thirty years).
And I must have worked for over fifty different companies. ...And I have trees (forests) everywhere; some close to hundred feet tall, on Vancouver Island, on the British Columbia coast and interior, and in Alberta, from west to east and north to south.
I've been in close encounter with grizzly bears, cougars, wolves, moose, eagles, and everything else that moves and not. ...Rivers, trees, rain, snow, freezing cold, horrid heat, bugs, lakes, ocean, creeks, chutes, mountains, forests, and all the wildlife you can find out there in the Canadian wild outdoors.
I almost die, several times, and always excaped death, ...so far.
My endurance level was one of my forte. And I met giants; in the forestry industry,,,tree fallers. ...And some of the most amazing and powerful characters; physically and mentally...true gurus of the human spirit and sacrifice.
I lost a friend chased and devoured by a bear, and others dead of freezing cold up the mountains, among the trees of the forests and the cold snow and freezing winds blizzards. ...I almost lost an eye in a dust wind storm. I've seen people falling of exhaustion due to intense heat (over 40 Celsius) while pushing their bodies to the limit. And some days I was the only man standing, and other days I was also falling among all my comrades.
I lived life extensively, I worked hard, I partied hard, I did it all. ...Yes, even sex, drugs and rock & roll.
Today @ 60 I'm not the same; but what I did I did it to my limits (unlimited).
Physically I'm no more the same than when I was thirty, but mentally/spiritually I am one trillion times more advanced.
Retirement is peace, contentment, permanent happiness state of mind.
...Stress-free, pressure-free, totally libre. ...Libre (liberty) of everything.
...U!timate consciousness.
I can lift 80 kg. I do it every week, lifting the groceries into the house up 3 flights of stairs.
I'm 40kg overweight add 40kg of groceries to that and it becomes 80kg...
I don't even eat much its my mum who vacuums it.
One of my knees are screwed.
My back is ******, can't turn a certian direction, can't lift much for long periods.
I also cannot lean over to fix the rust on my car for any longer than say 20 mins.
Good news though, I am losing weight eversince I kicked that HFCS bastard in the nuts.
When you combined highly addictive sugar with a highly abusive father and a terrible upbringing, with a terrible education, you kinda get the result of what I am. And I didn't disappear and run away from home when my father whined at me about not being able to do stuff, no I helped him around the house for 15 years, I lifted the washing machines into the car when I was just a teenager (hence the messed up back) and he pocketed the money from their sales.
If thats what we're doing here, beating our chests and sharing stories about male endurance... What about mental endurance, imagine putting up with "you're a pussy and a loser" for 15 years straight without killing the son of a bitch. Ontop of that put up with a fat mum who pushes food like she's got a warehouse full of cocaine that she needs to get rid of straight away.
Anyway, I hate him now, don't talk to him and he's dying of cancer, so its win win for me and can only get better from here on out. He still has mum to talk to so thats okay I guess.
I still love mum but only when she doesn't try to push food onto me, when she pushes food onto me then I've gotta leave the house and go up into my shed where I am at the moment and spend most of my time in. Only problem is is that it gets real lonely. Can't win can you? 🙂
Theres a lesson here, if you've got marriage problems or you've had a serious accident and you can't move your legs and you have chronic depression you go and see the damn doctors, you don't sit at home and ******* whine your *** off for the rest of your life, you do something about it. You don't become a master manipulator and an ******* towards everyone around you and use their good perfectly fit bodies to do your dirty work.
I'm 30 and I've got a broken knee, and a bad back and a brain full of regret for what I could've done in the past but didn't because my parents "needed" me at home..
Not that I regret doing it, the schooling here was so bad that I probably would've died from the Bullying. So I'm kinda glad I went back home and skipped school.
You know the worst part is though? about all of this work that I've done, I could've been a physicist or an engineer, but instead of that I get **** from complete strangers about how lazy I am for not wanting to go study and go work... Jesus.
I do have work lined up but I'm not sure if I can actually do it at least not until I lose some more of this weight, and exercise is not the answer its diet control. my diet is now under control and i'm losing weight but I'm afraid I won't be able to lose it quick enough in time for me to get a job. I'm 30 for christs sake and never had a job, who the hell is going to hire me? No one, exactly...
Anyone who tells you exercise is good for losing weight is a ******* idiot and wants you to damage or injure yourself. The only good Exercise does is build muscle and shape your body, thats it.
I'm not an inactive person, I do practically every single chore there is to do around here and then go and work on at least 3-4 projects at once. But try and tell that to a complete stranger and he starts sprouting stupid bs at you.
I'm 40kg overweight add 40kg of groceries to that and it becomes 80kg...
I don't even eat much its my mum who vacuums it.
One of my knees are screwed.
My back is ******, can't turn a certian direction, can't lift much for long periods.
I also cannot lean over to fix the rust on my car for any longer than say 20 mins.
Good news though, I am losing weight eversince I kicked that HFCS bastard in the nuts.
When you combined highly addictive sugar with a highly abusive father and a terrible upbringing, with a terrible education, you kinda get the result of what I am. And I didn't disappear and run away from home when my father whined at me about not being able to do stuff, no I helped him around the house for 15 years, I lifted the washing machines into the car when I was just a teenager (hence the messed up back) and he pocketed the money from their sales.
If thats what we're doing here, beating our chests and sharing stories about male endurance... What about mental endurance, imagine putting up with "you're a pussy and a loser" for 15 years straight without killing the son of a bitch. Ontop of that put up with a fat mum who pushes food like she's got a warehouse full of cocaine that she needs to get rid of straight away.
Anyway, I hate him now, don't talk to him and he's dying of cancer, so its win win for me and can only get better from here on out. He still has mum to talk to so thats okay I guess.
I still love mum but only when she doesn't try to push food onto me, when she pushes food onto me then I've gotta leave the house and go up into my shed where I am at the moment and spend most of my time in. Only problem is is that it gets real lonely. Can't win can you? 🙂
Theres a lesson here, if you've got marriage problems or you've had a serious accident and you can't move your legs and you have chronic depression you go and see the damn doctors, you don't sit at home and ******* whine your *** off for the rest of your life, you do something about it. You don't become a master manipulator and an ******* towards everyone around you and use their good perfectly fit bodies to do your dirty work.
I'm 30 and I've got a broken knee, and a bad back and a brain full of regret for what I could've done in the past but didn't because my parents "needed" me at home..
Not that I regret doing it, the schooling here was so bad that I probably would've died from the Bullying. So I'm kinda glad I went back home and skipped school.
You know the worst part is though? about all of this work that I've done, I could've been a physicist or an engineer, but instead of that I get **** from complete strangers about how lazy I am for not wanting to go study and go work... Jesus.
I do have work lined up but I'm not sure if I can actually do it at least not until I lose some more of this weight, and exercise is not the answer its diet control. my diet is now under control and i'm losing weight but I'm afraid I won't be able to lose it quick enough in time for me to get a job. I'm 30 for christs sake and never had a job, who the hell is going to hire me? No one, exactly...
Anyone who tells you exercise is good for losing weight is a ******* idiot and wants you to damage or injure yourself. The only good Exercise does is build muscle and shape your body, thats it.
I'm not an inactive person, I do practically every single chore there is to do around here and then go and work on at least 3-4 projects at once. But try and tell that to a complete stranger and he starts sprouting stupid bs at you.
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And you ought to hate him/them. I had **** for parents,too. It wasnt until my father died of cancer when he was 69 that I started to get my head cleared out of him. Meanwhile, I just threw myself into my study and work. That too leads to loneliness.... all work and no play. Now, I am on my 5th long term relationship/marriage. I think I finally got it right, now. I am genuinely happy these days. 🙂 We do everything together and spend all day and night together because we want to. Still hold hands when we walk somewhere together. 30 is still young.... it will get better. Dump your parents - physically and emotionally, let them fend for themselves. Move away and move on.
-Richard Marsh
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I can carry a bag of groceries on my back (special backpack) with 120 pounds.
When I was planting trees I was carrying loads of up to seventy pounds up hills and up to 80 degree slopes! ...And doing that five-six times a day, up & down, up & down, up & down steep hills with over my head slash, and climbing few miles everyday while planting 1,000 to 3,000 trees every single day and with stretches lasting 21 days sometimes without a single day off.
When I was picking apples I was picking five tonnes of them every day, and without taking a day off for fourteen days, then one day off, then back @ it for another two weeks non-stop, ...like that for couple months (fall time; end of August till first week of November).
My average weight from 20 to 50 was roughly 165 pounds (150 to 175). ...I'm 195 now.
...Couple inches short of 6'.
But it's my mind that developed exponentially non-stop, and it is weighting right now, at least one million light/star years. ...And it keeps expanding and expanding limitless.
When I was planting trees I was carrying loads of up to seventy pounds up hills and up to 80 degree slopes! ...And doing that five-six times a day, up & down, up & down, up & down steep hills with over my head slash, and climbing few miles everyday while planting 1,000 to 3,000 trees every single day and with stretches lasting 21 days sometimes without a single day off.
When I was picking apples I was picking five tonnes of them every day, and without taking a day off for fourteen days, then one day off, then back @ it for another two weeks non-stop, ...like that for couple months (fall time; end of August till first week of November).
My average weight from 20 to 50 was roughly 165 pounds (150 to 175). ...I'm 195 now.
...Couple inches short of 6'.
But it's my mind that developed exponentially non-stop, and it is weighting right now, at least one million light/star years. ...And it keeps expanding and expanding limitless.
Dad, RIP, was an alcoholic for a long time; I broke free when I was 18 (took off for good, forever). But I love my Dad deerly. 
...To this day, and I keep talking to him.
My Dad had many many qualities, and he was very intelligent. ...But he had his own rough times too; lost his Dad when he was only seven, and has many friends who were drinkers.
My Mom left right after me, and my two brothers and two sisters stayed with my Dad.
This is my family, and no matter what, I love, understand, and respect my family to the highest level with all my heart, soul, and blood. ...To the most and deepest caliber of honor and valor and freedom and independence and awe (wit, wisdom, aura, spirit).
...To this day, and I keep talking to him.My Dad had many many qualities, and he was very intelligent. ...But he had his own rough times too; lost his Dad when he was only seven, and has many friends who were drinkers.
My Mom left right after me, and my two brothers and two sisters stayed with my Dad.
This is my family, and no matter what, I love, understand, and respect my family to the highest level with all my heart, soul, and blood. ...To the most and deepest caliber of honor and valor and freedom and independence and awe (wit, wisdom, aura, spirit).
Good for you 🙂
I'm too poor to move away and there are few jobs so I'm stuck here for the forseeable future. Maybe in 10 years time I'll be able to. I have to anyway my mum doesn't have that much longer to live , she thinks she does but I don't see it happening with the current weight that she is, maybe when dad passes away she will drop the weight and everything will be fine.
I did move away for 2 years and it was great, so I know what it feels like to be isolated from them for a year or more. Your mind lights up light a lightbulb, serotonin levels skyrocket, etc. Only problem was where I moved was where all that I could afford, and people started getting broken into by druggies, If I hadn't had gotten out of there at the time that I did I would've lost everything that I've collected over the last 10 years. As it was I lost a few things that I didn't pack up yet.
A screen door is no security when they can just stick their finger through the screen and unlock it from the back then force the lock on the glass door. And where I live you can't defend yourself you have to sit down and watch as they take your stuff right infront of your eyes. You'll get jail time for using any weapon against someone else.
I'm real lucky that I wasn't there at the time because I would've at least punched them, and then I would've been the one in handcuffs.
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Dad, RIP, was an alcoholic for a long time; I broke free when I was 18 (took off for good, forever). But I love my Dad deerly.
My Dad had many many qualities, and he was very intelligent. ...But he had his own rough times too; lost his Dad when he was only seven, and has many friends who were drinkers.
My Mom left right after me, and my two brothers and two sisters stayed with my Dad.
This is my family, and no matter what, I love, understand, and respect my family to the highest level with all my heart, soul, and blood. ...To the most and deepest caliber of honor and valor and freedom and independence and awe (wit, wisdom, aura, spirit).
You're doing really good. When you get to the point that you can't bear to look at their faces then you know you've got a bad relationship. Yours however is a good one from what I've read.
Family is for life indeed.
At least I made it to 20.
All this work......For the last 30 years I sat in front of a computer and dreamed of unique ways to kill the evil thing......The old HP refused to die. Everyone got new $4000 engineering workstations about 10 years ago. One by one they started dying after about 5 years......mine was still running well when a decision was made that all XP machines had to be replaced with W7 or W8 boxes. The deadline was the day after I left.....let the new guy deal with it.
But each extra pound of new muscle burns about 50 calories at rest. So adding muscle does help you to loose fat even when say, sitting in front of a computer. Muscle weighs more than an equal volume of fat, so gaining muscle while loosing fat, may result in a net weight gain, but you are better off for it.
I have been working out in a gym for 15 years. I started when I was 47 years old. Obviously I was gifted with good genetics, since I have never fit any bell curve concerned with muscle gain or weight loss. With a couple of exceptions, the staff at "wellness center" (free gym) at work were young people working at their first job. The pay wasn't great, but working at a corporate wellness center was better resume fodder than say a strip mall gym. Several had plans to further their education and a few of them used the gym members (us) for research. I was a test subject in more than a few studies, since I wanted to learn as much as they did. Twice (at about 50 years old, and again around 60) I wore a monitor device for a week, and kept a log of my daily activities. I worked with the staff to map out just where and when my calories went, and got to see the results (without any names) of all others involved. Several people had been participating in this study for 5 years or more.
This is some of what I learned.
First off.......would you eat those cookies if you that two of them contained a QUARTER of a MILLION CALORIES!!!!!
The schoolbook definition of a calorie is "The amount of energy needed to raise the temperature of one gram of water by one degree Celsius."
The food industry (except for some European foods) used the term Kcal (kilocalorie) to measure the energy content in food, but the K was dropped a long time ago.
At age 50 I weighed around 200 pounds but had very little body fat. My body required from 3500 to 5000 calories a day to remain at that weight, depending on activity level. This was the result of a one week long tracking session. I was one of the few people who were NOT trying to lose weight. At that time I ranked the highest calorie burner in the study. Part of this was due to an average of I hour of strenuous exercise daily, plus about a mile of easy walking a day. The 3500 calorie days were spent in front of a computer or TV. Weekend 5000 calorie days usually included a 10 or so mile bike ride at average speed.
Other muscular people burned less calories, with 2500 to 4000 the average.
Ten years later I repeated the same study. At 60 I weighed about 185 pounds with about the same body fat percentage. My average daily calorie expenditure was now 2500 to 3500. I still hit the gym for an hour most days, but did less bike riding, and my metabolism is finally slowing down.
The overall results showed that the people losing the most weight were controlling their diet, AND doing some form of exercise. Extreme weight lifting or other hard stuff was not usually involved or recommended.
A few things I learned by working with the wellness center staff for 15 years:
Every BODY is different, and what works for one may not work for another. Some people can lose weight by diet alone, and some through exercise alone. Most do better with both.
All calories are not created equal, and nutrient timing is important. These subjects are several full time college courses, and the research is constantly changing in these areas. It seems that insulin controls the body's use and storage (as fat) of blood sugar, so manipulating the body's insulin levels through diet is a key requirement to losing weight or gaining muscle.
Remember the definition of a calorie???? Your body will try to maintain it's internal temperature at around 98 degrees F. It does this by converting food energy (calories) to heat. The heat that is escaping from your body must be replaced by burning calories. Do you thing you will burn more calories if you are wrapped up in clothing like a mummy, or if you wear minimal clothing? You body loses most of it's heat through the top of your head, and through your feet and hands. Will the heat sink on your amp shed heat better if you wrap a towel around it?
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I hit 210 pounds abut 6 years ago.
About 5 years ago I ended up in the ER with chest pains. One stint and a year worth of blood thinners later and I decided I needed to change some things.
Changed diet.
Started walking more.
I got down to 175 and felt better.
In April this year I started riding bicycle again. I passed the 1000 mile mark last month.
I now weigh 165, and my waist size is back to the same as when I was in college.
However, I picked up a 40# bag of fuel pellets and threw it on my back to carry from the shed to the house last night and realized it felt like a 90# bag of Portland felt when I was in my 30s.
I guess shaving my head helps with weight loss?
About 5 years ago I ended up in the ER with chest pains. One stint and a year worth of blood thinners later and I decided I needed to change some things.
Changed diet.
Started walking more.
I got down to 175 and felt better.
In April this year I started riding bicycle again. I passed the 1000 mile mark last month.
I now weigh 165, and my waist size is back to the same as when I was in college.
However, I picked up a 40# bag of fuel pellets and threw it on my back to carry from the shed to the house last night and realized it felt like a 90# bag of Portland felt when I was in my 30s.
I guess shaving my head helps with weight loss?
You are still a young man and as long as you don't have suicidal
thoughts, I'd say you are spiritually in a good shape, wounded but
ok. It will pass.
Do you have people of your age that you can talk to? Any community
in your area where you might meet new friends?
Maybe you have some talents that you are unaware of and you can
use them to start a business of some kind.
Are you good at writing stories? Write about your life and sell it.
Do the job that makes you say, it's so sweet to be tired of it.