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“You’re smart, intelligent, carry yourself like an adult. If you don’t see it, then I’m sorry, kiddo, but that’s the truth.” The boy went quiet, chewing on her words. “I’m here to lose weight, not to be complimented.” Cassie straightened. She knew the boy’s father was technically right. He’d likely grow out of it but since he wasn’t listening, she decided to scare him a little. “Fine,” she said, voice firm. “How much weight do you want to lose, and in what time frame?” “Ten pounds in a month. Too much?” Cassie drew a deep breath. “Yes. That’s way too much. You’re still growing and need nutrients. The safest plan? Two pounds a month if you follow my exclusive program. But it won’t come cheap.

She was sitting on the yoga mat. "At first, dad didn’t agree. He said that I can manage one of the branches of Lover’s Cafe. But mom didn't agree, because I would be tempted by milk tea, coffee, and cake." "I'm happy because I can see that your weight loss is progressing. I just hope it continues… ” "I have no intention of stopping my weight loss. Five kilograms have already reduced my weight. I'll make sure I have enough time to go to the gym even if I'm busy at work."

Then he make me realized that I am ad beautiful as he saw me first time and he love me the same, if I turn into elephant or I had wrinkles on my skin due to age. But I wanted to loose my weight not just because I wanted to look good. I wanted to loose weight because I wanted to get fit and healthy and there is no harm if you wanted to get fit and healthy. Siddharth helped me alot on both times and took me to gym with him. He made me workout a lot that within six month I was back in shape even I am fit more than before.

I feel really sad for him. “I have learned in these four months that people shouldn’t ruin their life only for the fear of future or fear of loss. People should enjoy their present and live their present fully. Everyone have to go from this world one day so, why don’t we spend time with each other and live life fully and make memories. God will reveal His plans for us, when it’s time. We might feel lost, we might not know, what our future holds. But He does and He will guide us every step of the way. And you know what I also have understood that it’s a great gift from God that our future is hidden from us and we should enjoy our present without fearing from loss of the future.”

" the one who falls and get up is much stronger than the one who never fell" Author's P. O. V. For the next two hours, Shaina searched the whole internet for her exercise, diet, and body remedies. She actually found some amazing stuff to lose weight and diet. she took advice from her mother for her skin and eyes.

The day summer break starts, my parents come to pick us up from college. My brother, Nathan Winston, loads the luggage while my twin sister, Clara Winston, clings to Mom's arm. But when I walk out carrying my old woven moving bag, my own family stares at me like they don't recognize me. I've lost 88 pounds. For one brief moment, I think Mom might actually be worried about me. Instead, she asks if I'm sick and reminds me that the family health insurance doesn't cover me. Nathan assumes I lost the weight because I'm jealous of Clara. Dad barely looks at me before telling everyone to get in the car. Clara gets the front seat because she gets carsick. Nathan gets the back. And me? There's

The day summer break started after my third year of college, Mom and Dad drove over in their SUV to pick us up. My older sister, Janet Gould, helped carry the luggage. My younger brother, Harvey Gould, clung to Mom and soaked up her attention. When I carried my duffel bag downstairs, they stared at me in shock. None of them recognized me. "Liam, is that you? How did you lose so much weight?" Mom looked me over, her expression hard to read. For a moment, I thought she was worried about me. But then she suddenly frowned. "You're not sick, are you? We don't have health insurance for you." Janet looked at me with disgust. "Did you lose all that weight just to compete with Harvey for attent

Timothy. He looked to be in his fifties, calm and professional, with a tablet resting on his desk. He studied my medical history before looking at me. "You want significant weight loss in one month?" "Yes." "How significant?" "Drastic." His eyebrows lifted slightly. "I'll need a number." I swallowed. "Enough that I look completely different." "That's not a medically useful measurement." "I don't care about medically useful measurements." I leaned forward. "I need results. Fast."

"Go on a diet. If you're not down to a hundred pounds by the wedding, I'll just find a new bride." I wasn't even obese at 120 pounds—just built a little broader—but wanting to look perfect, I threw myself into losing weight with a vengeance. I lived on salad, punished myself at the gym twice a day, and followed every brutal fitness trend. But no matter what I did, the scale didn't budge down—it shot up. I ballooned to 165 pounds. Meanwhile, my best friend Lauren, who ate pizza, burgers, and cheesy fries every day, slimmed down effortlessly. She dropped from 130 pounds to a toned hundred in less than a month.

“Ma’am, what is this? What happened overnight? You are looking absolutely stunning!” I laughed. “Eddie, please.” “No, I'm serious. This weight loss is tea!” I shook my head, trying not to smile. “You're being dramatic again.” “I'm not being dramatic. I'm appreciating results. There is a difference.” He walked around me as though he were inspecting a designer gown. “Look at you. Your face is already changing, your clothes are fitting differently and you're glowing. Whoever designed this weight-loss program deserves an award.” “I still have a long way to go.”