Men's Diets for Weight Loss, Weight Gain, Fitness
Eat clean diets for men- Atkins isn't healthy, vegetarian is too difficult and binge and pause doesn't work

Remember the day when you’d proudly walk from your hotel room to the pool? In Vegas? In front of a million hot chicks?

And you weren’t wearing a shirt?

Not any more. Even with a freshly-waxed back, you wouldn’t take off your XXXXL Pro Club for anything.

Even if that blonde from Playmania begged you personally to “get involved.”

You winced, didn’t you, when Trump called O’Donnell a “fat pig.”

Not because Rosie isn’t one. And not because you’re kosher.

And why has your mirror, once covered with lip prints, suddenly become your enemy?

Because the worst “f-word” you know these days is a three letter one. The word your pants, belts and un-tucked shirts keep whispering in your ear.

You’re fat.

Not huge. That, at least, could be a style.

You’re just, ugh, overweight. A thin guy with a gut. A habitual stomach sucker. A Vee who’s suddenly become a rectangle.

What happened to that 170-pound college kid who could eat 5 meals a day? And then gobble up a half-dozen freshly-baked donuts at 2 in the morning?

You got older, man. You got busier. You lost some of that energy.

And replaced it with food. Not to mention less exercise.

Well, guess what, my friend. I, too, have been there.

I mean, it’s in my genes. Who else do you know who used to come home from school and pop a can of his mom’s Chocolate Malt Metrical? Or sneak off with one of her Tab sodas?

I was well-acquainted with Sego when the only word for de-caf was Sanka.

Not that I was dieting. I was a kid, and a skinny one. I ate what I wanted. But when I hit 30 and everything suddenly started to shift around my equator, I was ready.

No one except his parents had yet heard of Atkins, but I did my own version of the high-protein thing. Nothing but meat, fish, eggs, dairy, water. The theory was that’s what the human animal ate in the wild.

I quickly lost a few pounds. And discovered one of the reasons that humans in the wild had a much lower life expectancy. I (and, presumably, they) caught every illness which came my way. And couldn’t shake any of them.

So I quit the pre-Atkins and went vegetarian. Not insanely, now. Just no beef, chicken or pork. Certainly no lamb or veal.

Not only did I stay sick, but I got weak and pale as well. Although Paul McCartney would have been proud of me.

I ate normally for a while and managed a full recovery. Of both my health and my gut.

Next it was my mother’s age-old diet. Binge and Pause. She had stayed thin and quite healthy (at the time, in her mid-50s) by doing the following: anytime she knew a big meal was in the offing (a family dinner, a special lunch, a buffet brunch), she’d simply stop eating for the two days prior.