FITNESS CONFIDENTIAL by Vinnie Tortorich, Dean Lorey Read Free Book Online Page B

yourself on occasion. And don’t worry. We remapped your metabolism into a roaring furnace, remember? You’ll burn up the occasional doughnut or slice of pie quicker than a sheet of paper in a fireplace.
    Let’s talk taste buds.
    Before you started eating like this, sugar overwhelmed everything. It was like a tsunami that drowned out every other flavor. But get ready for a surprise. You’re about to discover a whole new world of taste.
    You won’t believe how delicious meats and cheeses will seem once their true flavors aren’t camouflaged by a lifetime of sugar. And when you have something with natural sugar in it, like a piece of fruit, you’re going to swear it was dunked in honey. It’s time to enjoy food the way you were born to.
    And you’re not just going to remap your metabolism and taste buds, you’ll also be remapping your energy. Remember how the motorcycle went faster once it started burning more fuel? So will you.
    Once the sugar monkey is off your back, you’re going to find that the gravitational pull that your couch once had will be gone. You might even, for the first time, want to exercise. Why? Because your body is finally releasing its fat stores and burning them as fuel. It’s a two-for-one-special. You’ll be feeling great and getting thinner at the same time.
    And you won’t be hungry, either.
    When you have fat back in your diet, you’ll feel full again, so you won’t constantly want to graze like a cow. Even better, you don’t have to keep feeding your sugar crashes with more sugar. Your appetite will return to the way it’s supposed to be.
    I’m in a storytelling mood, so let me tell you a story about a kid I trained. Let’s call him Kevin, because that’s his name.
    I’d known Kevin since he was seven years old because his mom was a client of mine. Every year, I watched as he got heavier until he finally topped the scales at a whopping two hundred and thirty five pounds. At twelve years old, his mom sent him, for the third time, to an overpriced “fat camp” where a lot of celebrities shipped their kids.
    When Kevin came back from camp that summer, I noticed something. Not only did he not lose any weight, I could have sworn that he’d gained some. How is this possible, I wondered. At the very least, if they were restricting the kid’s diets, he’d have to lose something.
    That’s when Kevin explained the “two-suitcase method.”
    “One suitcase is filled with clothes,” he told me. “The other is filled with candy.” He went on to say that it didn’t matter what you brought with you because, just like prisoners using cigarettes as currency, the kids at the camp traded their sweets among themselves to get exactly the kind they wanted. You’d think any decent fat camp would put a stop to this but, apparently, they were more interested in their “accounts receivable”.
    Believe it or not, that wasn’t the thing that made my blood boil.
    He showed me a picture. It was a black and white photo of him, shirtless with his large belly hanging over his shorts, standing in front of a concrete wall, holding a sign that said his name, the date and his weight. He looked like a convict. And the look on his face almost brought tears to my eyes. I asked him who was around when that picture was taken.
    “Every other kid at camp,” he replied. “It’s the thing we dreaded most. Knowing we’d have to stand almost naked in front of everyone.”
    I saw red. I knew what I had to do.
    Right then and there, Kevin became my next client. We started to ease into a workout program. Even something as basic as walking around the block was a chore for him. We counted his jump ropes—not in minutes, which is the way most people do it, but in the number of times he was able to complete a single jump. The first day, he couldn’t get past ten.
    Along with exercise, we started to talk about diet.
    I couldn’t tell him what to do until I knew what he was already doing. I needed to know what