Can Watching Horror Movies Make you Lose Weight

Can Watching Horror Movies Make You Lose Weight?

by Breet Noonan

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A post has been circulating around social media sites which claims that watching horror movies can burns calories. So the question is, how does these movies burn calories and can it possibly count toward your overall calorie-burning goal?

The answer might surprise you. Studies show that watching a ninety minute horror movie can burn up to one hundred and thirteen calories (telegraph.com). So by watching one horror movie, a person can cancel out the calories in a Sobe Noodle Bowl or dink eight ounces of Apple Juice. If eating snacks, one movie could cancel out ten chips or one ounce of popcorn. In terms of exercise, a horror movie can replace ten minutes of kickboxing, running a mile for ten minutes, or walking the mile in thirty minutes. (web4health).

Surprisingly, horror movies can cause viewers to burn more calories than other horror movies. Some movies can almost burn two hundred calories per ninety minutes while others may only burn one hundred. So why is there such a difference and what movies cause the best calorie burns?

The answer actually lies on the viewer’s fear itself. Fear causes adrenaline, a hormone that causes the heart rate to increase and cause carbohydrate metabolism to rise (Hormones.org). So what is Adrenaline and how does it help burn calories?

Adrenaline sends out a strong emotional response to the body over certain events that happens during the day. There are many different emotions, however, the focus today will just be on fear.

So the hormone triggers the emotion of fear which helps jumps the body into getting ready to go into the flight-or-fight instinct. The body needs tons of energy to either escape the situation or fight. This causes the heart rate to increase, metabolism to increase, and hypersensitive hearing, smell, and sight.  Thus the body is working so hard to ensure safety that it drives everything into overdrive, thus helping burn calories.

18gznvSo what movies does Adrenaline effect more? It has also been found that movies rattled in jump scares burn the highest amount of calories because the viewers are always tense waiting for the next scare to pop out leaving them constantly in a state of fear. Basically, the adrenaline is working tenfold to warn the body that there is danger nearby and to be on the lookout.

However, since viewers have different levels of fears, it really depends on the individual. In fact, some of the top calorie burning movies are not one with tons of jump scares. It’s The Shining which burns one hundred and eighty-four calories. Jaws comes in second with one hundred and sixty-one. Exorcist comes in third with one hundred and fifty-eight calories burned (telegraph).

So there’s probably a lot of people wondering  why they haven’t lost any weight when they are avid horror lovers. The answer lies upon eating habits, exercise habits, metabolism levels, sleep habits, and if the horror movies actually scares them.

To lose a pound, a person has to burn three thousand and five hundred calories. Just counting the movies (no food) it will take thirty movies to burn off a pound. If a person eats the average two thousand calories a day diet and wants to lose a pound a week (which needs a five hundred calorie deficit per day by exercising, food decrease, etc) a person will need to watch thirty horror movies to lose a pound a week. This is not even taking into effect metabolism levels which can affect how easy or hard it is to lose weight.

Another issue is that usually there is food involved while watching movies. Pizza, soda, chips, popcorn, and other snacks can cancel out any calorie burning that the movie could give. So its best to leave the snacks and drinks alone to get the most benefits from watching movies.
Losing weight by sitting on the couch and watching movies sounds lovely but sadly, it’s not going to make a difference other than allowing you to eat that delicious snack in front of you. Unless you can watch thirty horror movies a week and stick to a strict diet.

18gzsvIn conclusion, yes, horror movies burns calories but it is not enough to effectively lose weight. However, next time you find yourself afraid while watching a horror movie, just remember, you are helping yourself by burning calories. So watch on and do not forget the popcorn.

references:

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/9638876/Watching-horror-films-burns-nearly-200-calories-a-time.html

http://web4health.info/en/med/docs/calories-exercise.html

http://www.hormone.org/hormones-and-health/what-do-hormones-do/adrenaline

Two-Sentence Horror Stories-Bug Based

Here is some bug based short horror stories

  1. wasp (2)When my wife saw a wasp in the house looking outside, I killed it. Now I stand in awe staring at an army of wasps constantly trying to break through the glass to get revenge, all you hear is buzzing and thuds as wasps sacrifice themselves as they slam against the window.
  2. egg-laying-cockroachThis is possibly the most terrifying thing in the world. Black cockroaches fly, do you understand, they have wings and they can fly anywhere including on your face.
  3.  bugsI always been fascinated by bugs and could only imagine how giant we must look to these annoying little beasts. But yesterday I thought I heard them whispering to each other about how easy it would be for them to take out all humans and sadly I believe them.
  4. We as humans aregiant-scorpion afraid of bugs yet do you ever wonder what happened in the past to cause our inherent fear? If rodents, mammals, and birds were larger, how big must the ancient cockroaches be?

Normal Way

My thoughts of the future,

lay uncertain and obscene,

with dreams of success,

weighed against,

the lack of knowledge,

of how to succeed,

in what I love,

for a chance to live,

the life I always wanted,

the beginning is rocky,

and I’m afraid of failure,

but I know if I don’t try,

I’ll never know for certain,

and instead of chasing dreams,

I’ll live a life more normal,

with work and marriage,

and die a normal death,

and be stuffed in a coffin,

and buried in a graveyard,

where my body will allow,

bugs to survive,

while I decompose,

in a normal way,

until my body,

has been eating away,

and relatives,

ceased to come visit,

and generations pass,

and I’ll be forgotten,

in a normal way.

Another Round of Two-Sentence stories

I decided to start making themes for these stories, so today’s theme is ghosts:

  1. graveI used to believe in spirits when I was a child but as I grew up, I started to realize that they were childhood fantasies. Tonight, at sixty years old, I had a reality check when my wife crawled out of her tombstone.

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beach2. We danced by the shores of the sea on warm summer nights, full of love and freedom.  I threw her body from the pier and watched as the sharks cover my crime, I fell to my knees, sobbing, because I knew that tomorrow she would be at the shore again

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3. I look at the moon and count to ten as I hear them getting closer and closer. when the noises stop, I open my eyes, just to see an army of the undead, slowly circling me.

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clock4. The clicking of the clock forever reminds me that time could never stand still. My clock had stopped running twenty years ago and because of that, I don’t know how long I have been dead for.

A Poem of Deceit

 

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A Poem of Deceit :

In the delusions of the unknown,

an illness was hidden behind old myths,

that many blindly believe without question,

leaving to a confused woman, lost in her guilt,

to be tied down and starved until her quick death,

from an exorcism that was wrongly produced,

by priests that were only trying to help,

ruining both their jobs and the girl’s death,

and lead many  to question,

rather the girl was delusional,

or if really possessed.

 

(This is a short poem I did after reading about the Anneliese Michel case. she was murdered by the priest during the exorcism by forced starvation and dehydration. There is an audio clip video that has her speaking in tongues and made many believe this is real. However, her strong religious views crossed with her interest in boys and many believe it was a mental disorder brought on by her guilt of having natural urges. She was in Catholic school in Germany and so it makes sense that she would know pig Latin and other old languages. So rather she was really possessed or had a mental disorder, she sadly died in her early twenties.)

Two Sentence horror stories 7/30/2016

 

2016-07-30 13.16.20_resized (1)1.Opening a bag of chips and sitting down to watch my favorite horror movie sounded really nice after a long day at work. What I didn’t know as I dipped my hand into the bag was that it was full with hundreds squirmy midgets.

IMG_20150418_1242512. For the last three days my cat has been looking at the ceiling above my bed, growling, I make a point to never look up. Tonight laying in bed, my cat starts doing the same thing and I found the courage to look up only to see two bloodshot eyes staring down at me.

 

2016-07-30 13.36.14_resized3. I visited a cemetery today to pay my respects for the dead. The dead only saw me as they next meal.
4. On a camping trip, I fell and sliced my leg  (my pic)open on a rock. Two months later, I was putting lotion on my legs when  I noticed that there was something wiggling under my skin.

Morning Thoughts.

This is a poem about my friend who keeps talking about wanting to kill herself and my fears that one day she will get her wish and leave behind not only me, her friend, but her family, her boyfriend, and others who love her.  Its pretty dark but I hope you enjoy:

Morning Thoughts.

How crazy that yesterday felt like a dream,

with laughter and movies and cardgames,

creepypastas videos and scary dreams,

filled with coca-cola and greasy food.

We were happy yesterday, you and I,

and we talked about our dreams for the future,

of grander and importance,

of richness and frame that all craves,

we were going to show the world wrong.

 Today spills the end of the future,

as you drove the knife into your arm,

trying to destroy a life too delicate to keep,

not caring about those who care.

We were best friend that been through a lot,

you were kicked to the streets without a care,

I was a loner who enjoyed her time alone,

but always wished I had more friends to talk to.

Still dreams about a better future motivated,

we had each other to lean on for emotional support,

I just never knew you would let a man destroy you,

by allowing yourself to blindly fall into a unhealthy love,

and thus driving you closer to a destructive state.

The third attempt  was the last straw,

I watch you fall closer to death everyday,

the scar on your wrist is a painful reminder,

one that I have to prepare for,

someday you will succeed.

And on this sunny morning,

laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling,

I kind of wish I never met you,

just so when you do succeed,

it won’t hurt me.

I learn to stop begging you,

I learned to stop asking,

I learned to enjoy the time we have left,

but still I feel like begging one more time,

just please stay alive for me.

 

Thoughts about writing my novel

What makes a productive writing session? That is the question to ask. Giveb the opportunity to sit down and finish editing my first novel and write my second novel, I had dreams of writing during the day. I thought it would be perfect and everything will go according to plan.

The first week, I was met with disappointment. Not only did I lack motivation but I found myself making every excuse not to right. Now, I did just end a very stressful job that had caused me a lot of emotional and physical exhaustion, and because of that found myself relaxing and sleeping a lot for my body can repair itself.

I since had found a groove of sorts. I realized that the time that everything is perfect in both myself and the environment to write is during the nights from eight at night to one in the morning. During that time, the words just fly off my fingertips and excitement rushes through my body as I picture the scenes play off in my mind like a movie.

However, it wasn’t until I started to play the Ouiji Board that everything just all came together. I don’t play often, but I find if I play once a week, i stay motivated to write every day and since playing, has already made huge improvement in both the quality and quantity of my workload. I think it is due to my own superstitions with the board that just sparks nervousness which is the emotion I need to be fully motivated.

To stay motivated, I take breaks to drink water, exercise, and to eat. I also make sure to watch something light before and after I start writing because it gives me a break from the horror that I am writing. It clears the head of any self-doubt as well.

So what makes a good productive writing session? I think anytime is good. Even if there’s struggling going on, its part of the process and overcoming struggles will lead to becoming a better author. As long there is time dedicated to writing and you use it to write, its a productive writing session. Its when you know when you need to stop or take a break and do so. Its when you realize tricks that you need to stay motivated and taking those steps to complete it.

Most importantly, never give up

Two-sentence stories

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  1. Driving in the woods in the silence of the night always made me feel nervous. Maybe it was because of the pitch darkness or maybe it was because every night I would see a figure just barely in sight, waving at me.
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  2. I never had to worry about the monsters under my bed because I have a custom made wooden bedframe that went all the way to the floor. However, yesterday night, I was woken up by a fearful scream as something punched and scratched at on the bottom my mattress.
  3. IMG_20150303_085309Every night my parents told me that ghosts are not real. I don’t have the heart to tell them that they had been dead for a decade.

 

 

 

 

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4.  Every night I hear shuffling outside my door. I try to ignore it the best I can but then the doorknob turns as if something is testing to see if I remembered to lock the door.

God in His Kingdom (A exploratory story)

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God in His kingdom, a right of ownership, foundation cracked, pipes uplifted, the foolish dreams of power that existed only in the realm of insanity, still him, forever him. Greedy little hands and wandering eyes disrupt what once was pure now twisted and deformed. Happiness was delusional, sadness a dream, numbness was reality. The kingdom was nothing less than he wanted but more than he could handle. His kingdom crumbling in his control was his to lose.
God in His kingdom, the vastness of the light that gave way to million little sparkles in the sky, the same sparkles that had been around since before the earth was formed. Everything perished, everything rotted, everything died, including stars. How many corpses were floating in the night sky, the most shiny and beautiful of space? He looked up at them now just like Alexander the Great did, just like Pocahontas, just like the great kings. Science killed the creativity over what the stars were or why they were there but their beauty still stood.
God in His kingdom, a constant bloodbath that never creased, wars fought, bodies rot, deaths that could never be brought back. It’s taught from an early age what was acceptable and what wasn’t. Death was valued, morals were inconstant, histories rewritten, and it’s been this way from the start. From the words of man, control was the key, written books could carve what the ideal persona was. Cut this passage out, change this one, throw these away, lock these in chains, erase those, it’s not hard to see why some got lost.
God in His kingdom, a mental delusion or a safe haven, of whispering confessions confused and demented. Of last rites that seemed more pure than any other prayer but just as hollow. Blinded by the safety of claim, and the blanket of pride for misleading of lies. Stand confused, stand strong, in the end neither mattered.
God in His kingdom, a burial of ones sanity, the disruption of ground, of crosses laid out where nobody would see. The sea was red, the angels were wingless, the chapel, a center of a sinkhole, the apple, rotten before the bite, the book once valued lay broken on the ground.
God in His kingdom, a personal demon, of last trials and broken desires. The war was fought, it never stood a chance, winning was impossible when nothing ever changes. Of regret and prayer that neither was answered, of turning your back for some scientific help. Of begging and pleading, of urges and hate, of promises that were broken, for fears due to some neurons that were cross-fired in all the wrong ways. Of the definition of evil and the definition of good and the twists and turns that combine both.
God in His kingdom, a last beg, Stigmata crossed his wrist, still not cleansing the soul. Cross back and forth between two words of science and religion that neither helped nor healed, the prayers lost in time and space. He stood in the clearing, looking up at the stars, his last attempt to get help.
God in His kingdom, a mere human being, forever trapped in his desires, looked at his knife in his hand before looking at the tent that stood out in meadow with no trees. God turned his back on him, the act of a over stressed supernatural being that had too many to help and powerless to save any. Science just throw a disorder at him, as if the diagnosis would clear him all of the wrongdoings he had yet to play out.
God in His kingdom, a broken whisper, the tent was lit with the outline of flashlights and people changing within. He watched and twisted his knife around. An owl hooted in the distance, a coyote killed a rabbit, the moon shined down like a hungry beast ready to feast. The light turned off, the tent now black; he looked at his knife once more. Animals hunt in the safety of night, deaths were natural, survival was a treat. Time was being wasted; he had to act soon, if only not for the morals he had been brought up to believe.
God in His kingdom, a mind made up, of the urges that he couldn’t resist. God drowned most of the world during the great flood, God sacrificed virgins for the safety of his angels, Eve destroyed what peace humans should have had. So what right did he have to judge? Society broke down, violence everywhere, overpopulation lead to game. As he slowly made his way to the tent he begged one more time as if somehow God would hear him this time…
“God I beg you heal me of my desire to kill. God please, I don’t want to be this way, I want to be a good person. Please god, help me. Please.”