Sand between my toes
So I was up at 4:30 am with the baby again, and couldn’t help but revel in early morning television. Man, do they sell a lot of crap in the wee hours or what? I have to admit, though, there was this new weight loss plan that had me listening for a while. It has a focus on individual metabolism and targeted exercise to help get your body where you want it to be. I am a big fan of this approach because the diets and such are all a mess. Sure, there are some generic guidelines that work for everyone: Carrots > Doritos and Grilled Chicken > Liver fried in bacon fat. But a lot of the generic diet plan stuff won’t work the same for different people.
How do I know metabolism differs? I know a guy who is a lot older than me who routinely eats two bagels with cream cheese for breakfast. I’ve seen this guy, on more than one occasion, eat an entire pizza for lunch. Like, a pizza intended for 2 people and a toddler. All by himself. For lunch. And he’s maybe 5 pounds underweight. And I’ve never seen him touch a vegetable. Yeah, that’s fair.
Maybe read some phentermine reviews and you’ll find that the pills work in a more generic fashion, who knows? But I am pretty sure that your South Beach is not my South Beach.
Of course, my South Beach has that topless section for hot chicks only, I don’t know if you’ve got that. And if I’m lucky, they occasionally turn over in the sun and I can get a glimpse through my binoculars from the far away other end of the beach next to the hot dog cart.