When I was living in France, I was a bit fat.
I went to see a nutritionist.
She wrote down a diet for me, but when I read it I found the food was more than what I was already eating. hahaha
So I ignored it.

xenoview
I have a lack of belief that any gods exist. Theist have failed to provide any objective evidence that a god exist. Ferguson what evidence do you have that your god exist?

How many times do I have to repeat the same thing?

If you do not believe in God it is your problem, not mine.

I do not believe in the Big Bang Theory, which I studied in atheist text books.

They have to convince me that an explosion, which normally creates havoc, can create such a perfectly organized universe.

But even if it was true, they have to show me without any doubt wherefrom the initial particle came from.

Believing or nor believing in God is life's fundamental question because either way you are putting your entire life at risk. However, those who believe in God have less or no risk: the only problem is that if there is no God they wasted their time putting certain concepts in action for no "profit" at all.
Not believing in God is highly risky, because if God actually exists, they wasted their entire lives doing things that will not have any benefit when Judgment Day arrives.
Plus, the life of a believer is simpler, it works, you feel free doing your own thing and not having to adjust to the ever-changing diktats of the heathen world. The life of a believer is more an adventure than anything else, and the only big problem is the hassle that non-believers give you as they end up hating you and making your life difficult. But this is in the cards and the believer knows and is prepared for it.
Plus, you have to learn by trial and error, which is very awkward, because Church people do not help. On the contrary, they see you as suspicious. a little mad, a wild card.
See for instance a prayer that Father Lebret, one of Pope Paul VI's closest friends, wrote one day:
O God, send us madmen!

Louis Joseph Lebret

O God, send us madmen,
of those who are able to expose themselves,
of those who are able to forget about themselves,
of those who know how to love with works and not with words,
of those that are totally available to others.

We lack madmen, O Lord,
lack daring, passionate,
people capable of jumping into insecure emptiness,
unknown and deeper than poverty every day;
of those who are capable of guiding people
without the desire to use it as a stool to climb them;
of those who do not use others for their purposes.

We miss these crazy people, oh my God!
Crazy in the present, in love with a simple life,
liberators of the poor, lovers of peace,
free from compromises, determined never to betray,
despising one's comfort or life,
totally determined for self-sacrifice,
able to accept all types of tasks,
to go anywhere for obedience,
and at the same time free, obedient,
spontaneous and tenacious, cheerful, sweet and strong.

Give us this kind of madman, oh my Lord.

I had luck.
When I was a kid my father used to buy me the lives of saints in comic strips and I liked them a lot. I also had a life of Jesus illustrated for kids, and I liked that too. He would send me to Catholic schools. In those days I was only a kid. I used to go to my parish, help the priest with mass and play ping-pong and table football there. I used to pay attention to the Gospel stories during mass but at the same time I would ask myself why I was not seeing anything like it around.
I was not a practicing Christian, I just liked religion.
Then we came to Europe, a completely different environment, and forgot all about it, although I never lost my faith in God. I then bought Buddha's speaches and that made me understand that you cannot be a true Christian and live the ordinary life of people in society. But I kept doing the ordinary things. I emigrated to London when I was 22 , looking for a job. I slept with girls, enjoyed myself, had friends, did parties and all the rest. But I think I kept judging everything according to my set of rules, deeply influenced by my previous life in Southamerica.
Then I came back to Italy and eventually got a good job in an important company. I liked the job, foreign trade, because i could use languages. But I could only stand it 7 years. The people there were so different, so much worse than the lovely neighbours I had in Southamerica that eventually I left. I said to myself: I got into the wrong place, I am sure if I change I will find something better. But no, I did not understand then that Europeans were like that.
So eventually I said to myself: I am going to get back to my religion as I knew it, get into some Christian place and all the good things I had known in Southamerica will come back. I was fooling myself. I kept going here and there were my inspiration took me. I even went to India. I said to myself: I am going to meet a saint, Mother Teresa, and she will give me back my confidence in people. Plus, Hindus have a reputation for being much attached to their religion. I want to see how they live it. Again I found nothing of what I was looking for. Mother Teresa I met personally and let me down.
Then I went to France and lived 6 years in a nuns' monastery. But no sign of the Christian life as I imagined it, as I had known it. I almost lost my faith. One day I was so desperate. i asked myself: what is the use of being a Christian if eventually you are no different than the heathen? I stopped going to mass to avoid losing my faith for good. Deep inside myself I knew religion had to be something different.
Then my father died and left me some money. I was determined. I am a warrior, I never give up as long as there is a chance.
I bought myself many books and started studying. If nobody else was doing the right thing, I was going to self-teach myself how to do it.
And that is how I eventually managed.
Today I am happy that I did. I suffered no end, but I made it. I feel accomplished, I like what I do, I am the only one, but that doesn't bother me. I give myself 10 more years of active life and then I will be old and useless. If you had studied religion as much as I did you would probably see the sense of it.
I was also lucky. It was not all my doing. My parents would abandon me to myself. They did not have any influence in my upbringing. We kept changing countries every few years and meeting new environments and people, so nobody had the time to brainwash me. Then we came to Europe; soon I left for London, then came back , then started travelling. I did not develop one mindset as the world would have imposed on me if I had been all the time in one place only. So I had a good chance to decide for myself. I was lucky.
I will never back down. My intuition and the facts of life tell me I am on the right track.
Oh, and in 1997 I was in London again, reading The Times.
Today I feel a bit lonely leading this unusual, original kind of life and having to solve all the problems, but that too is foreseen.

WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE? NOBODY

If I was you, I would not insist on logic. It is illogical.

89% of world population believes in some kind of god, although they cannot prove there is one.

The remaining 11% does not believe in any god, although they cannot prove there isn't one.

By the way, world population holding a college degree is 6.7%.