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The subject who is truly loyal to the Chief Magistrate will neither advise nor submit to arbitrary measures. I eat a small, calorie snack that consists of one protein and one carbohydrate, such as cheese and grapefruit slices.

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I then take 30 minutes for free cardio on the elliptical machine or treadmill before treating myself to a calorie breakfast of a scrambled-egg wrap or oatmeal with fruit. I then head directly to a one-hour spin class followed by a one-hour Zumba class. Another small snack is followed by an hour of group training in Pilates or dance.

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And if I am still conscious and able to lift my legs, I might do more cardio or, for fun, take a kickboxing class. Or something that involves lunges. My afternoon consists of another four to five hours of aerobic and anaerobic exercise.

If I can keep it together, I will be physically active for eight to 10 hours and burn about 4, calories throughout the day, while eating 1, to 1, calories total. I have always enjoyed life's calories. Food is undeniably and universally one of our greatest pleasures. I am puzzled by those who live a life where food is not a priority, who regularly report they "forgot to eat," who can walk by the office candy bowl and not be acutely aware of its existence.

Never one Adult fat camps delay gratification, or a plate of cheese, my day-to-day is characterized by avoiding weight gain. My challenges started at a young age. Ever the chubby girl and always the one picked last for teams, I internalized early on that I was not meant for physical activity. I still have flashbacks of dodgeball beatings and nightmares over volleyball.

My failure to complete a single chin-up led to an annual dread of the Adult fat camps challenge and the humiliation of being called to the stage to publicly accept my ribbon for "showing up. Adult fat camps

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Although it took many years, over time I gradually had positive experiences with exercise and learned that avoiding physical activity was not an option. Everything from stair climbing to swimming to following Richard Simmons videos showed me that with regular exercise, I could have an impact on my shape, I could improve quickly and I even kind of enjoyed it only kind of. But my love for delicious food, and lots of it, has never left me.

About this time last year, I started to put on weight to the point that my clothes no longer fit and I was living in stretchy pants. Exercise wasn't enough to overcome the weight I was gaining, and no diet, trainer or gym membership could motivate me more than a two-bite brownie.

I looked back critically at my months of making bad decisions and accepted that while I'd had a good run of overeating throughout the year, my bill had come due. Inspired by the intense physical Adult fat camps and dramatic weight loss portrayed on reality shows, I was hungry for a butt-kicking that would leave me feeling good about myself and wearing my own clothes again.

Adult fat camps "fitness resorts" Adult fat camps me to a picturesque, mountainous region south of Salt Lake City, Utah. I decided to spend three weeks among other weight strugglers while athletic types screamed at us to run faster, bend lower, climb higher and push ourselves to limits never before achieved, all while reducing our daily caloric intake.

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With roughly eight to 10 hours of intense exercise daily for six days a week, by bodies that hadn't previously logged a lot of gym time, emotional meltdowns were, not surprisingly, frequent. By my third day around lunch time, my body just couldn't work out any more, leading to a two-hour nap and some weeping before starting again.

But the hours of boot camps, treadmills, cycling and strength training were nothing compared to the one activity I dreaded above all others, an activity that took but 20 minutes before lunch yet came to be the bane of my existence at fat camp — intervals.

This daily horror required getting on a treadmill, cranking up the speed and incline as high as we could then higher and running for 30 seconds, followed by Adult fat camps minute of walking at a reduced speed. It may sound straightforward, but in a repeated pattern over 20 minutes, those 30 seconds became a painful eternity. When it was all finally over, a collective sense of indescribable joy and relief was felt across the room short-lived though it was.

After the three-week experience, I returned home with healthier diet practices — eating smaller meals frequently throughout the day and ensuring meals are balanced — and a loss of 4.

Adult fat camps cholesterol, blood pressure and blood sugar levels improved, my clothes fit again and my energy is through the roof. But, most importantly, my inner "chubby girl" feels an overwhelming sense of achievement and confidence. I ran headlong into a world of daily physical endurance typically the domain of professional athletes, and I succeeded.

Go ahead, pick teams. The goal now, of course, is to maintain and build on the successes of fat camp. As vacations go, it was a unique, self-esteem-boosting experience I do not regret.

But I have no intentions of repeating it. This is a space where subscribers can engage with each other and Globe staff. Non-subscribers can read Adult fat camps sort comments but will not be able to engage with them in any way. Click here to subscribe.

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