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Have you ever woken up, grabbed an old pair of favorite jeans, and then realized there is no way in hell you're going to squeeze into them? That day came to me not long ago.
My mate and I cocoon the days away in various special ways. We eat, we sleep, we cook, we drink, and we eat some more. But all this cocooning has had its side effects. One: We have alienated all of our friends. And two: We have evil weight gain. Neither of us were the kind who worried about weight or even watched what we ate, so it was a shock to see what had happened. About the time of our realization, we broke down and purchased a scale to frustrate ourselves and give our weight a name and number — to personalize it, if you will. This also enabled us to have a target. We both decided to lose a reasonable ten to fifteen pounds.
I went to the local bookstore and picked out a couple diets. I went with the ones I knew, names I had seen on TV and in magazines. I should warn you that my descriptions are not pretty. This is not the place to learn some great ways to lose weight. This is a tale of agony and pain in the name of vanity. This is a tale of a shallow battle called The Fad Diet.
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In the end, Sunny Andersen lost five pounds.
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