Originally Posted by Offhoff
When I sailed for the national team the nutritionist had me eating over 6500 calories a day. I was working out with trainers all day every day and I still didn't gain weight, I have a scary metabolism, and I don't have the right body type for putting on bulk. I've accepted it, but man is it frustrating.
I could say the same (except for the sailing part) but I've seen photographs of my dad when he was my age: super skinny. Now he is a big old fatty who is not allowed to buy a motorcycle unless he loses 25 kilos. Which will never happen because he likes to eat rich foods and is always away on business eating at retaurants.
I don't know exactly when it will happen, but my teabolism is going to slow down eventually. I can only hope that I lead an active lifestyle as I get older because my Dad is more or less sedentary.
Originally Posted by pyze-guy
No, these don't involve carb loading, more like butter, cream, fois gras and beer. Tasty, and you can actually hear the arteries begin to clog.
This is what my Dad lives on pretty much... When I was visiting he would get home from work and promptly take my brother and I to the bar downstairs for like 3 pints of beer, and then we would go back upstairs and have french dinner (butter, meat etc.) If there were guests over, add into the mix fine spirits and fois gras and its a wonder my dad hasn't keeled over and died yet.
Originally Posted by pyze-guy
Unless I stop exercising completely I 'm the same way. Until I moved to India I was around 185 for 15 years, then ate all the rice and dall cooked with pounds of butter and the weight was packed on.
My mother on the other hand is the exact opposite, and her brother is my height and weight. When my mum came back from India she weighed something like 75 pounds apparently. She just trekked across India on her own for 6 months eating nan and cabbage and other basic foods. Hopefully I get my genes from that side of the family, although I do have my Dad's family's roman nose and ingrown toenail gene (its actually amazing, it gets ALL of the men that share my dad's genes).
PS. I can hear the rain beating on the skylight, time to put on the booties and go home!