The Real Secret To Fat Loss
The question of how to lose weight is tricky, but I can clarify some aspects of metabolism that will allow you to plan your caloric balance to achieve fat loss. Weightlifting: Miracle Fat Burner? No -- but it's still important. Weightlifting, or any kind of resistance exercise that can include things such as body-weight exercises, Pilates, some forms of yoga and certain martial arts training, are damn important. But let’s first look at the direct calorie-burning effect it has first.The caloric burn rate of all physical activities can be assessed by a “metabolic equivalent,” or MET. Sitting on the couch is 1 MET, an assessment...
What It’s Really Like To Go To The Super Bowl
When I found out that I was going to the Super Bowl, I experienced a state of happiness usually reserved for transcendent Buddhist monks. What’s bigger and better than the Super Bowl? In sports? Nothing. In entertainment? You’d be hard-pressed to find anything comparable.As I started to humblebrag (OK, maybe not so humble) to my friends that I was going to New Orleans, where I’d be hosted at the Bud Light Hotel for four nights and see performances by Flo Rida, Pitbull, Lil Wayne and Stevie Wonder, it dawned on me that I really had no idea what I was getting myself into. ...
The Most Interesting Paris Saint-Germain Player Is Not Beckham
At age 19, he joined Ajax Amsterdam. Describing a trick in one preseason friendly, he said, “I went left, he went left. I went right, he went right. I went left again, he went to buy a hot dog.” But he soon revealed his ignorance of what “streetballers” disparagingly call “field soccer.” The sport rarely suits them. Ajax fans came to wonder whether their club had accidentally bought the wrong Zlatan Ibrahimovic. He didn’t defend, couldn’t head despite his height and rarely bothered scoring. Defenders who marked him had a nasty habit of breaking their noses.Yet his rough-around-the-edges qualities also made him special. Most Swedish soccer players ...
The Real Life Of A Male Model
It’s a cloudy winter day in New York City, the type that blends the streetscape into a gray blur of coats. On the corner of Fifth Avenue and 52nd Street, a tall young man swaggers toward me, impossible to miss among the hurrying muggles. "I'm Rafael," he says as he extends his hand. Even hidden behind his black Ray-Bans, he stands out. At 6'2" and more than a few hamburgers shy of what most guys weigh at that height, Rafael Valentino is clearly a model. He’s also my lunch date.I’d like to think I know better, but a handful of tired “male model” associations were at the front of my mind when we met -- post-meal vomit sessions, late...
