I have four fitness certifications. As a personal trainer, a nutrition specialist, a senior fitness specialist and a weight loss specialist. This last certification was very challenging. A lot of material to chew on.
You think I would shout it from the rooftops, but I don’t.
It’s almost embarrassing in some ways to say it. “Hi, I’m a weight loss specialist.” It’s like being a televangelist touting a new show. What hasn’t been covered? What don’t we know? Calories in, calories out is how it works.
You need a deficit to lose that weight. House rules.
Who hasn’t tried all the fads, gimmicks and stool-inducing miracle foods? I sure have.
But still the problems persist. The disease states, the mobility issues and the depression that comes along in spades.
I have the weight loss card. I earned it, but I’m going to keep it in the deck for now. I’m not going to lead with it until I can present it in a more “enlightening” way. Luckily, I have my own fat ass as an example.
So it’s up to you: Calories are energy and you are the dealer. You can break the bank or lose it all.