George gordon byron is the greatest romantic poet in England in the early19th century. His poems are full of fire-like enthusiasm and heroism, and the spirit of freedom and patriotism contained in them penetrated the hearts of all people on the ground like lightning. However, this poet, who has been brave and rebellious all his life, still has a paranoid pursuit, that is, to lose weight, so let the story of foreign celebrities introduce Byron's weight loss story to you.

Byron is an outstanding poet. His talent once made him the most popular star in London's upper class. In addition, he is a fair-skinned, slender and elegant handsome man, which is the image of Apollo, the standard handsome man in Greek mythology. Some female admirers said that he was like "a translucent white jade" and was also called "the most attractive man" and "the most perfect lover" by women at that time.

However, behind these praises, probably few people know that Byron endured great pain in order to keep a symmetrical figure. In Byron's short life, he struggled with obesity angrily and with all his strength almost every day. In order to keep an elegant figure, he eats surprisingly little every day.

It is said that Byron only eats a small piece of potato or a spoonful of rice dipped in vinegar every day. If he wants a change, he will eat two biscuits and drink a glass of soda. As for food such as meat and milk, he won't eat or drink a bite. Byron practiced fencing, boxing, horseback riding and swimming for a long time in order to get rid of excess fat. When playing cricket, the most popular sport in England at that time, he wore seven underwear to lose weight, so he had to take a Turkish steam bath three times a week.

Byron's morbid excessive dieting, coupled with unscientific exercise, made him highly malnourished, and his body and mind were diseased. He suffers from a serious stomach trouble, having nightmares almost every night, and can only sleep by drinking opium wine. Later, taking medicine and drinking medicinal liquor didn't work. Every night, he shouted, danced with a pistol and dagger, and jumped around the room like a madman.

Faced with such Byron, a gypsy doctor once warned him seriously: "Do you want beauty, a woman or life?" Everything depends on you. If you don't believe me, 37 is your limit. "However, this rebellious and romantic poet finally chose an elegant figure, a beautiful woman like a cloud, and the wandering doctor was a little dumbfounded. Byron has been losing too much weight for a long time and his body is getting weaker and weaker. Shortly after his 36th birthday, he finally fell ill with a cold due to rain and died unfortunately.