I just recently turned 25 and that's the magic age people told me I would be gaining bad weight (no, not textbooks, I haven't had that problem since Sophomore year in High School). But, I bicycle to work and I eat healthy for the most part. Because of that, I can have a chocolate doughnut and an espresso for lunch today (the oven was broken at my coffee shop, okay?).
But I had three donuts last Sunday followed by three cheap pink iced cookies from the supermarket, four crisped rice marshmallow cubes with toffee dust, and three pieces of chicken at a bonfire later that day. The weekend before that, I bought a dozen doughnuts from a famous doughnut chain and partook of five!
"How DO you do it?"
Well, I'll tell you. Any time I can pinch my belly fat, I pump up the fitness regimen. I eat fresh vegetables and drink more water and less coffee.
"Is that all?"
No. I avoid being able to notice my belly fat. What if I don't notice as well when I get older? I bet these people that told me I was going to get fat just watch themselves get fat and say the whole time "Well, I better do something about this," and stupidly put "more important" things ahead of their lifestyle adjustments.
If only these people would make the lifestyle adjustments, they wouldn't have to be so concerned with putting off weight loss. Your body is still on your side when you only have a little to get rid of.
Of course, these are the type of people that stand in quick sand and, when it gets ankle deep, say:
"Well, I guess I should move. Lemme just finish my coffee..."