ASK A TRAINER: “How Do I Get Rid of Belly Fat?”

zzzzzzzz lift and bitch 033Fitbabe here, answering a question I get asked daily: Is there really a way to get rid of belly fat?

If you think that belly fat is just an issue for people who are overweight, think again — even people who are at a healthy weight and exercise regularly can have it. There’s no such thing as a “perfect” body, so what’s the big deal if your stomach isn’t flat? Well, it goes beyond mere aesthetics.

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Use Umami to Cut Sugar, Salt, and Fat from Your Diet: A Guest Post by Kick and Glide

Our fondness for sweets is innate. The taste of glucose goes right to the brain, to the hypothalamus, a primitive region related to reward, emotion and a sense of well being, stimulating the release of dopamine. In other words we are hard-wired to love sweetness. The only way to cope is to walk away, or in my case, run like hell.

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My Eating Disorder: Post by Deanna Harder, aka Fitbabe

Deanna Harder looking gorgeous during her last Figure competition. Photo and caption by FFG.

Deanna Harder looking gorgeous during her last Figure competition. Photo and caption by FFG.

MY STORY

Just eat.

How hard is that? Food is fuel silly.

If it were only that easy. I hate being hungry. I really hate being full. I am afraid of food. But food is fuel, right?

 When people are afraid of food they have strange eating patterns. We will decide, for example, that there are six foods that are safe. At least, that is what I did. Continue reading

Lessons Learned from My 600-Pound Life

Still from My 600-Pound Life, the Learning Channel.

Still from My 600-Pound Life, the Learning Channel.

I have been watching a lot of TV lately, mostly while breastfeeding my baby boy. Once I get the hang of this new and repeated activity, I can no doubt do something more productive while nursing, like reading collections of short stories. [Aside: I am currently obsessed with figuring out how to write short stories that aren’t total crap]. Back to TV: While lying prone in a hospital bed last week, recovering from surgery with a mewling newborn nestled on my chest, I began to watch random programs that I had never seen before, including one called My 600-Pound Life. My initial reaction was probably commonplace: fascination mixed with equal parts of horror and empathy. Continue reading