Human weight limit 180lbs

which (regarding breads) my doctor recommended to me, to have wheat breads, instead of white, and that's what i do.

i too cannot have milk, not even lactose free milk. i like soy milk, but you have to drink it up in (i think) 7 days from opening it up.

i drink my coffee black, tea black, and i always get unsweetened iced tea. i watch out for the high sugars content in packets of punch drinks that i buy, and mix it with water.

i use sugar free pancake syrup.

i am trying to cut out as much added and processed sugars that i can, to keep my weight down.

it's (to me) a battle of what i can eat/drink, as opposed to what bothers my stomach.

 

I’m in a similar position. It doesn’t bother my stomach to eat that stuff but I will gain weight. I spent about 6 months with a glucometer testing my pre- and post-prandial sugars and thus insulin levels.

I’m not pre-diabetic, but having constantly elevated blood sugars (normal for me is about 65, my sugars were hovering around 90 eating standard American diet). I basically follow a ketogebic diet, so lots of meats, organ meats, fats and leafy greens. I avoid fruits and grains entirely, and am pretty much limited to cheese and cream when it comes to dairy.

That all said, I’ve actually put on some muscle doing very little differently and my BMI hovers between 22.5-23.5 as a 5’10” female in myv30s.

 

I'll give you the benefit of the doubt that you're counting team driving, I find it hard to believe that you average 66 mph for 70 hrs of driving each and every week (lowest possible mph)

And as a team, yes it's probably a bit easier to stop and eat semi-real food

But get off your high horse with the fast food restaurants not being the only option. Your experience does not match with the majority

 

Yes, I’m driving as a team.

No, it’s not easier to stop to eat because a) we have quite a tight schedule and b) we want to be home, not eating in a rest area or truck stop.

When I ran as a single driver it was actually easier to stop and make something nutritious, because I had 10 hours to do so.

As a team, we have to meal prep each week and freeze meals in Tupperware to nuke on a 30 min break.

As for the last part, I don’t speak for the majority any more than you do.

 

I cut milk from my diet as well. Cheese not often. I like almond milk. I avoid sweet snacks almost always, unless fruit. Sugar only in my drinks. But I would cut it completely if I could stand it. Artificial sweeteners are a big no for me. I would like to try Stevia more. I avoid breads most of the time. And also eat veggies and nuts, or seeds.
For some of you this may help out. But I don't care for pure fat diets.

 

I am the runt. Keep in mind most of my family when you go back several generations were big, bigger and omg. They were healthy for their weight.

When I was born I was right around a weight that is light enough to fit in the palm of any hand and below a weight written in the AMA which is a sort of guide posts to those delivering babies to decide if this three month preemie below a set weight should be given resources, incur costs and bring in people, medicines and machines to be kept alive with the possibility of death being very real.

It is fortunate that it was a catholic hospital who believed that as long I live I should be given the necessary people, tools and medicines to fight the battle for my life. They implanted three needles, the smallest they had anywhere on earth in the free world. (Soviet Union prohibited export of some really good ones) directly into the femoral artery of my right leg. And assigned three people around the clock every 8 hours for weeks to pull the blood flow just so, a second to clean that blood at the flow matching my heart and a third to carefully return that oxygenated slurry form with blood back into the artery at a rate not less than what the heart was producing.

This essentially bypassed my lungs. By the time the slurry oxygen mix arrived back at the heart, it's ready to pick up more off a incubator filled with pure oxygen with the occasional filling of room air to get that nitrogen and other compounds into the system.

Fast forward 5 months I was sent home at 2 1/2 pounds This time fitting two palms of two hands. The Bill? Ripped up and tossed. It would take three or four lifetimes to pay that monster bill back. There is a older wax paper (Actual paper being too expensive in those days by parents penny pinching) that detailed a weight gain from 2.5 pounds to around 4.3 or so within 5 weeks after being sent home.

With that said when I hit trucking school at 21, I was 6 foot, a accomplished endurance one, two and three miler runner plus a biker capable of turning in a 100 mile day on a standard sears 10 speed etc. Maybe 140 pounds soaking wet. But I was FIT. Loading trailers, unloading trailers etc is not a problem.

What got me a little bit was I was a temp briefly before trucking school. As a temp they sent me into a dime store, a version of walgreens we understand them today. They called that little chain something else entirely. I found myself standing with a crew of very large men. Some approaching 6 feet 8 and maybe 400 pounds of muscle. There were 10 of them. One of me.

I told the supervisor I must be in absolutely the wrong place. Look at me their legs are as big around as my entire body for crying out loud. What am I going to do with these ... these... monsters?

Supervisor did not care, thought over and then said to me. Stop your sniveling you wet nose baby. You will do this work with this crew and do it well.

First task? Moving a complete store shelf assembly weighing almost a thousand pounds. I got into there and started applying power to that #### thing. Everyone laughed on the floor telling the boss this child is weak, fire him before he hurts himself. Boss refused to do it and ordered the crew to get in there and move this big thing onto a box truck. They actually protested because my weaknesses is in their way. If I stood to side they have the box on the truck in 7 seconds poof done. If I had gone in there to help, all I am doing is getting in the way with the real possibility of being killed by crushing. it took 40 seconds they did not have working around me to get that stupid rack into the truck. And there was a whole warehouse of racks. (From a entire store that was being closed down...)

I asked this large crew of really big giants and said to them, I don't quit for nothing. Do you want me here or not?

They started laughing even harder. Leaning on one another and on the floor. I felt like bawling like a baby. then I got angry. Once I got angry we attacked rack number two. That one went on the truck in 15 minutes. The crew were not laughing at me anymore. They started calling me clown car.

I lasted three whole weeks. Monday through friday until the job was done. The last day of work, last rack into the truck I could not move. Two of them put me into my car enough so I could drive with one finger home. And as I got ready to go, one of them said you are so weak, but you have a lion's heart. We love you. But you are still weak. Don't come back. Said with a smile.

I needed medicines for a month from my doctor who was examining my black and blue body and evaluating it for muscle failure, bone stress etc. from that particular job.

Wages? 3.35 a hour times 25 hours per week for three weeks total. Medical billing more than wiped it out by twice.

But that little sentance from several of the biggest on that crew I carry with me to the day I die. I did good, mr weak man. But don't waste our time again.

BMI does not apply to those boys. They are just too big. What did apply was their ability to pick up that stupid 1000 pound rack and carry it overhead. If anyone slipped (That would be me... the whole thing would have hurt us all.)

That was quite enough for me. The doctors can shove their precious BMI, Blood pressures or any of that wellness crap. Just hand me some coffee, cigerettes and a little something extry at the end of day in a shot glass. I'll be back in the morning.

 

Wouldn't surprise me. Number-crunching pencil-pushers got to keep finding ways to cut down costs to increase profits.

 

i am not a diabetic, nor-pre-diabetic, but i have general concerns for so much added sugars and salts. everytime i go buy a can of soup, there is like what about 800 mg's of salt?

those little ramen noodle soups are convenient, but man oh man, they have well over 1,400 mg's of salt..????

this is why (i think) we have such a high level of diabetes and over weight in this country.

i'd personally would love to see all processed foods, with out sugars and salts, and WE ADD those ourselves.

ever see a trucker add MORE salt onto jis meals..????

ever see a trucker add MORE sugar to his sweet tea..???

i know i have, and i watch his truck go down to the ground when he climbs in too......

 

I add salt to everything, 2 reasons
1. Naturally low blood pressure, abnormally low, arm above head makes it hard to find a pulse low. I call it my blood pressure medication

2. I'm 145 lbs doing flatbed work in temps 50+ degrees over my comfort level, you NEED salt at that point

 

Guess I'll have to start smoking again.