The Fat Burn Revolution Boost Your Metabolism and Burn Fat Fast

344 Pages·2014·26.96 MB·English

by  Julia Buckley

contents
part I: the revolution starts in the mind

1 The road to the revolution
2 Get real, get results
3 Commit to the cause
4 Metabolic magic
5 You wear what you eat
6 Gearing up
7 The nitty gritty

part II: the time for action has arrived

8 Doing it right
9 Pre-and post-workout stretches
10 Phase I workouts
11 Phase II workouts
12 Phase III workouts
13 Vive la revolution

Appendix I:
Links to Your Fat Burn Revolution journal
eCopyright
Part I: the revolution starts in the
mind
Welcome to the Fat Burn Revolution. My name is Julia and I am
a fitness journalist and personal trainer. I devised this 12-week
programme to enable you to get into outstanding physical
condition and finally shed the excess fat that has dragged you
down for way too long.
If you love exercise and thrive on the amazing feeling of being in great
shape, you and I definitely have at least one thing in common. But if, on
the other hand, you are not a typical fitness fanatic we have that in
common too. I grew up hating playing sports. At school Physical
Education was a horrible, humiliating experience where friends seemed
to morph into vicious opponents or seething ‘teammates’. The teachers in
charge were no help. Their attitude was that you were either a talented
sportsperson or you weren’t. And if you weren’t, they made no secret of
the fact that you were a waste of their time. Unfortunately, I was well into
the latter category.
It got almost to the point of a phobia. I’ve never admitted this publicly
before, but in my last year at I school I used to pretend that the silver
christening bangle I wore on my wrist was too small to fit over my hand
and I couldn’t take it off. Jewellery was banned in PE class, so the
teachers said I couldn’t join in unless I had it cut off. I refused, saying it
was sentimental. So instead of taking part in games, they sat me at a
desk in a corridor and made me copy out the rulebook of a different sport
each week. It was supposed to be a punishment, but I was more than
happy with the arrangement – that indignity didn’t come close to the
mortification of being the last girl on the bench when teams were picked.
It was only a few days after I left school at 16 that I noticed my hand
had grown and now the bracelet would not come off. The irony. Without a
second thought, I took a pair of pliers from my dad’s toolbox and snapped
through it. It almost felt like cutting the chains that had tied to me to that
lonely shameful desk in the corridor – at last I didn’t have to do (or rather
not do) PE any more.
I’m a very honest person by nature, and I’m not proud to have lied back
then. But I wanted to admit my deception here to let you know that I do
understand what it’s like to feel like a carthorse in a dressage show. I
want you to have no doubt that not being a sports hero when you were
growing up does not mean you can’t be fit as an adult. I am in my mid-
thirties now and in the best shape of my life. And I’m happy to report that
it is a phenomenal feeling.
It’s never to late to start exercising or to change the way you train and improve your diet.
I also know what it is like to carry extra fat around. I’ve never been
more than a couple of stone overweight, but my weight has fluctuated
throughout my life. Before I discovered the principles and methods I’ll
share with you in this book, I was locked in a constant battle to either get
to or maintain a body shape I felt happy with. I’ve also worked with many
people who have lost a lot more weight. The Fat Burn Revolution
programme has made incredible and lasting changes to their lives.
I was in my late teens when I began to understand that fitness didn’t
have to mean torture. Realising that getting breathless from rushing up
the stairs to my bedroom at the age of 16 didn’t bode well for the future, I
decided I ought to force myself into some kind of exercise. I went to
Woolworths and bought a Jane Fonda workout video, which was all the
rage at the time (this was in the mid-1990s!). I gave it a go in the living
room one day when the rest of the family weren’t around and was
astounded to find I quite enjoyed it. It wasn’t easy, in fact, I found it
incredibly tough, and had to pause the tape several times to catch my
breath before re-joining Jane and her leg-warmer-clad aerobics class. (I