Ultra-Secret Weight Loss Method

try the half fat, double portion attitude

instead of a whole cake... only eat half

then you've consumed only half the calories... so you can have the other half and still feel good about yourself!
 
This is exactly why my gym makes so much money in exchange for making me miserable.
 
No, the real secret is to stop eating like you have two buttholes.

Mon.
 
You are absolutely brilliant, Marx.

You should patent this idea before somebody else does.

Really.
 
*scribbling furiously.
Wait!
Wait.
What was that last part? burn... more... consume less....
Wow. teach me more oh learned being.:D
JB:rose:
 
I'm gettin' kinda sick of those Body Solutions commercials on the radio.
 
lobito said:
Quit smoking grass, and you won't eat as much. Huh Rasta?

Grass is great. As is God. As is not eating like one has two buttholes. Everyone should smoke up.
 
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lavender said:
Call me Cleo, but I see the Nobel Prize in your not too distant future.

You know what? There's something oddly alluring about Miss Cleo. I don't want her to tell me my future. I just want to lay my head in her lap and have her stroke my hair while she reads me a story with that melodious voice.
 
I call it

"pushing yourself away from the table syndrome"

c'mon, if you're full, don't keep indulging, it only adds more cellulite to your thighs, hips and makes all that fatty tissue in your boobs torpedo-like.

Push away! Push away!

heh
 
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Laurel said:


You know what? There's something oddly alluring about Miss Cleo. I don't want her to tell me my future. I just want to lay my head in her lap and have her stroke my hair while she reads me a story with that melodious voice.

Has anyone seen her new email ads?

She'll send me a free gift if I call her number.
 
John Basedow has nothing on you.

...back, shoulders, triceps, biceps


and even abs
:rolleyes:
 
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lovetoread said:
Has anyone seen her new email ads?

She'll send me a free gift if I call her number.

Really? Now I'm jealous. Not that I want her to give me a present, of course. I just want the hair-stroking soothing-voice scenario.
 
anyone else go into a trance

during that info-mercial where that dude is strapped into some contraption where it appears he's walking on air? He just keeps swinging his legs back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, and the next thing I know, I'm on the couch with a 1/2 gallon of Pecan Butter ice cream in my grasp, spooning it in in a hazy daze.

It's just wrong I tell ya, WRONG!
 
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