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I reply as I take a sip of my pineapple juice. He's having Coca-Cola while I stick to my pineapple juice. “It's been years, miss. I think around the time when Genevieve wasn't even my friend. And now, she's my wife. Can you imagine how many years have passed?” I sprinkle a bit of my attitude at him. “You are so freaking dramatic, Conrad.” “And hey, G****e said that steaks are actually good for weight loss.” Conrad is not only dramatic, but he also believes G****e that much.

I nodded. She laughed. I don't really understand what's so funny. Being around them makes me feel like a clown. Julia was the one who always kept them in check. "Sorry for laughing," Vivian said. "Actually, I know someone who sells something like that. A friend of mine has seen a lot of testimonies from her customers. Maybe you should give it a try." "Really?" My eyes sparkled with delight. "Yeah. And it's not even expensive. In just three months, you'll start watching all that fat disappear. You'll be slender like me—though you might need to fix the saggy skin afterward."

Betty quickly apologized, but Ethan got up and left. Betty was anxious because she couldn't handle Ethan. At this moment, Frost calmly picked up the other half of the fish meat in front of him, and then spoke leisurely, "Ethan, fish meat is rich in high-quality protein and relatively low in calories, which is an excellent source of nutrition for fitness enthusiasts like you.

Justin asks being irritated, “they contain heat, fat, calories, most of the middle age people are dying because of a heart attack” “Look at me I grow up eating those, though I maintain my diet with vegetables, enough for the body not like you eating like a patient and still I am fit my heart, my BP are all perfect and about my body, I have no fats”. Justin said this all in just one breath as he took one deep breath before asking, “are you eating like a sick person because you wanted to lose those unwanted fats on you” Justin again said and this time he pointed his finger to Ella’s curvy chest.

It was drizzling outside, faintly. On cue, my stomach grumbled, reminding me of the lack of nutrition. If break-ups and heartbreaks don't do anything well. At least, they put you on involuntary diets (minus the ice-cream tubs) and if the sorrow continues, you might see yourself getting the perfect bikini body which was your gym goal at no cost. Not to forget, the stronger, better, and more stable person shit! The one those lame YouTube channels tell you about. (Gee!)

Whitney knew how embarrassed she was and straightened up rigidly. "We've got good pizza." Her suggestion was meant to make it known that she and Hollis were employed with Ringo's, something she was sure her dad already knew. "Splendid." James mummered in a bored tone. "Since everything on this menu seems to be ridden with trans fat and carbs, I guess we have no choice." Even on "vacation", James York stayed on top of everything he put into his fit body religiously. Whitney turned to apologize to Hollis for acting like a total bitch about the seating arrangement, but her girlfriend's face was practically one with the menu. As her mother and sister looked around snobbily, Whitney sighed in def

“Get up, you useless pig! Breakfast won’t serve itself.” I pushed myself off the mattress, ignoring the stiffness in my back and the deep ache in my knees. I caught my reflection in the cracked mirror by the door—round face, messy brown curls, too-wide hips, and a soft stomach that no amount of starvation seemed to shrink. The body everyone hated. The body I had spent years trying to disappear. I tied my faded apron around my waist and slipped into the kitchen.

he grumbled. "You see? Your name suits you perfectly well! Mr Grumpy Pants is such a befitting name for you. No, don't take me wrong. I am not insulting you neither am I body shaming you. I was just thinking, you know? And if you might be interested, I have a special hair growth recipe I want to share with you. And do you know what makes it better? You can actually rub it on your skin for more glow!" I said and he raised an eyebrow.

“You must have one of the lowest body fat percentages I’ve ever seen.” “I try not to eat too much,” he said as he laid his head back down on the pillow. “Although, that pasta you made the other night has been calling to me.” I laughed. “It’s a healthy recipe. I’ll make it again.” “I’d eat an entire pot of that stuff in one sitting, you know.” I almost snorted at my brother’s good nature. It was true; he was so active, he could eat like a horse and not gain any weight. It was something that a lot of people envied, including myself.1