As spring reaches its peak and summer begins to be more than just a distant memory, a woman's thoughts naturally turn to her winter flab as in how to tame Squishy (doesn't everyone name her fat?!) into submission in preparation for the ensuing shorts/tank top/swimsuit season. This was a particularly stellar year for me in the fight against fatness with my foot doctor telling me that it wouldn't hurt to lose 5 pounds as that would be 5 less pounds each time I step down on my poor overworked plantar. (He really meant 10.) It's a good thing I have a thick skin about these things.
My co-worker Greg gave me his 9 word diet plan, which pretty much distills the whole sordid process down to the essentials.
It begins with the 3 word diet:
eat less food.
Then you advance to the 6 word diet:
walk long distances.
Finally, when you're ready, you work up to the 9 word diet:
lift heavy things.
So forget the Paleo Diet, the Atkins Diet, South Beach, etc. 9 simple words are all it takes. And if it doesn't work, that's okay too because as my other co-worker Thom says, the bigger we are, the closer we'll all be to one another.
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