I think when all else fails try being homeless for a month and you’ll be suprized how well you feel and how much weight you’ve lost afterwards, that is unless you don’t gorge yourself on all the free food people bring you.
I was scared at first, and when my brother in law and sister came to get me when I was sleeping under a bridge in Ft. Worth, I jumped at the chance to go with them. When I stepped on the scales at my sisters I’d gone from about 247-250 to 224….that’s more than 20 pounds in only 2 weeks. It wasn’t because I was starving because believe me, there are enough generous people in the world even in these last days who help us, and they will be rewarded for it too. I eat better homeless than I ever did at my moms or even by myself or married. I lost weight because I ate moderately and I got a lot more exercise. In addition, you know it works because I’m an older adult….I’m 51.
People say or ask, “but isn’t that dangerous?” Yes and No. There is safety in crowds so you don’t go to some secluded place and don’t get drunk or high so you have all your mental ability there and don’t engage in anything sexual because in some areas aides is 50%….like down town Ft. Worth. I’ve been told more than once to stay away from the men down town because they have no real interest in any of the women down there and most of them change women like they change underwear so if you want to stay alive don’t have sex with them, don’t go anywhere with them. If they want to take a walk say no unless its to some public place and you wont be alone with them.
This last time I was homeless I lost another 20 pounds and went from 228-230 to 208….that was from the summer of 2017 till Feburary of 2017 I came down another 20 lbs. We walk everywhere when homeless….to the store to the restaurant to church to the bus station. Just to the bus station to catch the train is close to a mile. If I were in Ft. Worth and I wanted to go to the library your looking at 2 miles. My favorite coffee shop is about 2 miles so your looking at least five miles a day walking.
People condemn you for not living in a house made out of bricks and wood and cement foundation. But the Indians lived in tent like structures….the ones up north lives in houses made out of ice. People today put us in bondage and insist we must live in dwellings and pay high rent just like them. Outside the AC or heat is free. Once you buy a tent you don’t have to keep paying taxes year after year. All you need is a pick up truck (maybe) or if your really adventurous a backpack with a sleeping bag. Just think of what it was like 100+ years ago….people were not afraid to do these things. People traveled on horse back and didn’t have to pay car insurance and people weren’t suing you for everything….for stepping on their toe. ( I can’t wait to leave this world!) You could go right up to a stream and drink out of the water….like you were a dear or a bear….you could catch salmon out of a river without having to have a fishing license. And many people lived just like the homeless do now, and they didn’t drug them like they are today.
I can’t wait till the world ends!
I’ve found something that really works. I really don’t want to go back to apartment living. Someday I would like to learn to build my own tent like the Indians did and have a fire in the center and want to live in a world that’s free. The world will be owned by God and if people don’t treat each other right then they will be removed or put to death. I’d like to set mine right by a stream and catch Salmon every morning like my Cherokee family (the fishers) used to do (on Grandma’s side).
Well, besides being a cute granny with cute toes and long pretty hair, I’m also in shape. People younger than me like in their 30’s or 40’s can’t keep up, have to sit down, catch their breath, rest, or they don’t want to keep going….they quit. Me? five miles a day is nothing.
In addition, I’ve been off all my diabetic medicine since 2015 and I haven’t dropped dead like the doctors said I would and my family. Every day at my moms shed insist I check my blood sugar. I got tired of checking it. At the doctors after eating a whole hand full of candy they insisted they check my blood sugar. I told them it didn’t need to be checked its elevated because I just ate a bunch of candy corn. They checked it anyway. Then said, “Your diabetic we’re putting you on insulin and one other medicine.” I said, “I told you I just ate a bunch of candy don’t you people listen?” No. they don’t. Everyone now days wants you diabetic and on psyc meds. It’s the truth! They want you to need them. Anyway, I just don’t worry about it, do my walking, eat what I want. Once you loose the weight you can go off most, if not all your diabetic meds.