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i’m 5ft 4, 128lbs, 16 years old, female.
i do exercise and eat healthy but i went off the edge abit this year as i was recovering from an eating disorder! anyway im back on track but i’ve added a little too much weight. so i want to get it off in a healthy way and feel good about myself. i have a plan and i’d like to know if it will work in 3 months because im going to the LEEDS FESTIVAL and i want to be able to just wear a playsuit without feeling concious!

Breakfast - Shredded Wheat with semi skinned milk, ski yoghurt.

Lunch - a salad such as ham, lettuce, tomoto’s, spring onions, raw mushrooms, etc, the usual.

Dinner - Pasta and chicken.

GYM TIME 4:30ish everyday so i can burn some of the calories i’ve consumed over the day time. 30-60 minutes of mixed cardio, up hill, speed walk, jog. 10 minutes on the bike, 15 mins of weights for the bum, inner thighs, stomach and legs. i also have a bike of my own at home which im going to try and get round the park for about 20 mins somedays when i can fit that in aswell as the gym.

will it work? any suggestions? i need all the help i can get! anyone want to keep me on track? swop emails?

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Will make this simple:

Are plain black ski hoods (balaclava type) considered authorized optional items for wear with the Navy working uniform, during extreme cold weather, if so/not can someone show me the list of optional navy uniform items, I could not find them in the Uniform Regs manual
Note: I was issued a 3 hole black ski hood in boot camp (8 years ago) which is long gone and also taken off the required uniform (seabag) item list
So is it up to individual commands then to authorize what is optional?

I’m 18, last time I checked my weight I was 220! that was in the summer time. I started to gain weight at about 14. Its been a long time but i’m ready to get in shape. I’ve been going to the gym in my apartments atleast 5 days out the week for two weeks (i go every chance i get). I go to the gym from 7:30pm to 9:00pm, I do 30 mintues on a machine where its kinda like youre skiing with the setting on either "fat burn" or "cardio" (i dont know whats the difference) I do 15 minutes on the exercise bike (high resistants) and I do 15 minutes on a treadmill only allowing myself to power walk (lowest 3.0) or run, to finish off my workout I lift free weights (from 5pounds to 10) and then I use this weight machine, i bench press 20 pounds and on another machine I pull 40 pounds, im not really sure what im doing, i dont want to get buff lol, i just wanna tighten my arms, i’ve noticed results in my legs, their stronger and more toned, my arms arm stronger but im not sure if I lost weight
I’m not eating fast food right now, but I’m not sure what kind of meals I should eat, what kind of foods should I be eating?

Sometimes, a single event — one contingent yet resonant roll of the dice — holds within it the power to shift our perspective, awaken our slumbering self, and remake our life in fundamental and meaningful ways; my remarkable and self-defining moment of recognition, my galvanizing event, occurred on October 12, 1981 — Columbus Day, ironically also the time-honored “day of discovery” — a crisp, bright autumnal afternoon lost in the midst of the grand and gaudy season of change, when nature itself announces in still, plangent splendor its imminent death. The day itself was spent in the most mundane of labors: felling and sectioning trees on Willard Mountain, then transporting those sections down the steeply sloping terrain in a large, weather-beaten metal wagon hitched to an ancient tractor. I had begun my Sisyphean toils at 7 a.m. and had worked without pause, and it was now mid-afternoon and thoughts of rest and food had long since taken possession of my mind. My initial trepidation at the thought of driving the old Case tractor on a ski slope had begun to dissipate as I made one heart-stopping journey after another; indeed, I’d almost forgotten hat so few hours before I’d never driven a tractor at all. On my final descent of the day, I was reminded! The tractor slid out of gear and suddenly I was acutely aware of the poor brakes I had noticed earlier in the day. In only a few seconds, which seemed like hours to my alarmed psyche, I was moving under the inexorable force of gravity — and perhaps fate — at 50 miles per hour. I knew I had to jump.

After a couple of abortive attempts, I finally achieved my cherished end, free of several tons of hurtling wood and steel but scarcely better off. The wagon and its load of lumber struck me squarely on the back, and in an instant I was transformed from a young, conditioned athlete into a poster boy for trauma care — I had one shattered tibia and the other leg was nearly severed at the hip; vertebrae were displaced; ribs and organs were bruised; fillings were ejected from teeth. Eventually, the ambulance arrived and I was ferried off to the local hospital to be put back together again. I was to spend the next 17 days there and the next four months hobbling about on crutches.

Throughout those recuperative months, and the many to follow, I had opportunity to reflect and to see more clearly the connection between choices and outcomes. I was told by a few people, doubtless well meaning, that if I neglected my reconditioning and my recovery were less complete, I would probably receive a more handsome final settlement from worker’s compensation; I did not attend to their suggestion. To do so would have been to willingly surrender my quality of life, my very autonomy; instead, I exercised incessantly, and made every effort to be better than ever. I could not strategically choose self-defeat for hopes of pecuniary gain.

Yes, on my day of discovery, and in the hard and toilsome months that followed, I was reborn as a stronger, and better, person, one more acutely aware of the fragile thread by which a human life hangs, of the skull grinning in at the banquet, and in ways I had not previously understood, I began to more fully take possession of that great miracle I had been given, that present I had never opened. I began to live.