The body follows the simplest of equations. If you eat more calories than you use up every day, those extra calories have to go somewhere. Usually they end up as fat. Body fat.
Now me, I wasn't what you'd call lazy ... I walked pretty much everywhere. But I hated sports (I think probably because I wasn't good at sports) and generally didn't participate in too many sport related leisure activities.
I liked roller skating, but wasn't good at it. Sort of clutzy. I enjoyed ice skating, but you're relegated to winter for activity, and I liked swimming. So I swam in the summer (my aunt's house had a nice pool), and skated in the winter. Sometimes I bowled with my dad.
But you don't do that every day. Going to highschool, hours of homework (yeah, back then there was a LOT of homework, not like today's), and I started babysitting to earn some money at 14. Spending time with friends is usually the thing that comes first when you have a little free time ... exercising isn't even on the horizon, let alone a priority.
|Family ice skating.|
Occasionally, gym class would consist of square-dancing, which was pretty cheesy if you ask me.
If I could find a way to get out of gym class, I would. I actually did have a doctor's note for me to sit out class if it involved running/sprinting because I had asthma as a kid, but by the time I was 15 or 16, I had outgrown that.
Needless to say, my lack of regular exercise and my own distaste towards physical activity did not endear me much to my mom, and certainly didn't help my body shape ... nor my self-image. By the time I was 15, I was looking for the magic pill ... that one-shot bullet that would forever make me thin and gorgeous.
Your intellect tells you that there is no such thing, and probably never will be. But your desire ... ah, that tells you that it is possible.
ONE, that's all it will take. Just one of those marvellous diets that promise immediate weight loss, with you looking like the next super-model ... there must be one, right?