Weight Loss Stories Novels & Stories

However, my expertise gets noticed, and I'm gathering clients before long. Missy or Tim haven't spoken to me, nor have I them. In fact, I haven't spoken to anyone. I'll text them that I'm alive and well but can't talk to anyone. After I lost my parents, I couldn't deal with that group of people any longer. Plus, on the East Coast, I'm crazy. Over here, I'm sane. It felt good to be sane again. I've been here for approximately six months and lost a lot of weight. It's not from exercising, but I'm sure it is due to stress or overworking.

She said she would help him again on the following weekend, and she did without having to change anything for her days. The changes in him were easy to see to anyone who looked at him longer than five minutes, and within a month of eating her healthy meals, he had slimmed down to a healthy weight. He had more energy, and he also had more motivation to go out to the gym after he got off his shift. All the people he worked with were surprised by the end of that first month or so. He was happier and better looking than most people had given him credit for. The few people who knew what his family looked like had written him off years before. He hadn’t seen his cousin or friends since that one ni

Because I haven't. I reached my apartment after twenty minutes and my body felt so weak. I have barely eaten anything for the past two days, but I wanted to lose weight, I did not want to look fat. It was weird though when Ariana told me I needed to lose weight since I have never been told something like that, not even once. As a matter of fact, I have always been told that I needed to gain weight. Maybe I have been eating a lot and that caused me to gain weight that I needed to lose to look better... I mean, why would she tell me that I needed to lose weight when I did not need to?

Chapter 30 The words on the screen didn't make sense at first. Riley stared at her phone, her fingers tightening around the edges as her breath hitched in her throat. Right there on the main entertainment page, a massive headline stared back at her: *BILLIONAIRE DECEIVED TO FATHER SOMEONE'S DAUGHTER BY EX-WIFE* Directly beneath it, another site had already picked up the story with a different caption: *BILLIONAIRE DECEITFUL WIFE CAUGHT: THE SHOCKING TRUTH BEHIND FREDRICK WELLSPRING MARRIAGE*

"This one was particularly — damaging. For the people involved." A beat. "Do you know the details?" I asked. "Only what my contact told me." A pause. "A man lost everything. His business, his savings." He set the glass down. "He died shortly after." The candle between us flickered. I kept my expression exactly where it was — interested, sympathetic, the face of a woman receiving new information. "That's awful," I said. "It is." He looked at me. "I just wonder sometimes how well any of us know the people we're closest to."

When Daniel showed up, he gasped in feigned horror as well. "Greg! I told you not to get lazy and stick to your weight-loss plan. Look at you! After all that money you spent on expert help, you still haven't lost any weight. You're so irresponsible!" he exclaimed. "Why can't you be more like me instead? I don't even have to go to the gym, and I can eat as much as I want every day. I even livestream my suppers all the time, yet I still lost 20 pounds. It's annoying, honestly."

"Gabi, you're young. I'm sure you must know something that can help me with weight... like a tea or something. I want to lose weight as soon as possible. Like, within a month." She laughed. "You can't be serious. There's no way to lose weight that fast. Even if there is, it's not healthy. You're beautiful the way you are, Lena. It's your nature." "Well, I wasn't always this big. I was slender like you before. But I appreciate the advice." "Wow, you were slim before?" "Yes... I was..." "Do you have a picture on your phone? F******k? Snapchat?" "Um... I'm not really a social media person. But I have a photo album at home."

I follow her to the scale where she weighs me. “One hundred and sixty-five pounds. How tall are you?” “Five foot three,” I tell her. “She nods and writes that down. I seemed to have already gained some weight. I didn’t think I would for another month or so. I mean five pounds doesn’t seem like a lot to most people but for him it’s a ton. I have always struggled with my weight. So, five pounds is easy to gain and hard to lose.

Or sleep and groan… At least Sebastian had some compassion and didn't push her to get up for a run every morning anymore. Even so, Madison had lost ten pounds that month. To put it into perspective, ten pounds was a lot. One day, while passing a pork stall at the market, an elderly woman bought a nine-pound piece of pork. It was a huge chunk. With both fatty and lean meat, that chunk could feed an entire banquet and easily serve a dozen tables. Madison had lost a whole pound more than that chunk of meat. She was down to 125 pounds now.

she expressed her concerns about the extra weight she had gained. I could see her worry, as it was her primary concern in order to return to work without facing criticism. "I can't even fit into my old clothes," she lamented. "I've seen many people who have recovered and regained their initial shape," I tried to comfort her, but she countered, "Do you know how long it took them? I've already wasted months away from work, and every day new and young talents are emerging. Do you know how difficult it will be to reintegrate after so many months or years?" She lamented.