How do can you get skinny in 30 seconds

How do can you get skinny in 30 seconds

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Weight loss doesn’t come in 30 secs. Weeks of healthy eating and exercise are the key to weight loss and a much healthier lifestyle. BaBaBoom!

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Honest Opinion what do you think of my first chapter? <means past> {italics} fyi.?

Q: One.<“Run. Faster! They are coming. We must get out of here!” An unfamiliar but calming voice called behind from me. “Scarlett we can do this. We will save him. Your love will never fail your. Let’s go!”>“Scarlett,” I felt a sudden shake. “Scarlett Ann Pauker, you wake up this instant!” the horrid shriek slipped out of my mother’s mouth. Suddenly my eyes shot opening quicker than a blink. Once the full name is out, I’m screwed.As fast as I could move I quickly sat up and faced my mother. “Good morning mother.” I said my usual tone, which she thinks is sassy. “Shut up and pack you bags.” Now I know something isn’t good. She kept pacing back and forth {I can’t wait this I can get rid of this life sucking freak and let that school deal with her and her selfish ways.} My mother kept thinking over and over again. School? What school? This is what I hate about being able to read others thoughts, it lets me know things I either do or don’t want to know. The weird thing about this is I have never attended a school once in my life. Besides the fact that I am different from others in the world, I’m not human.I have always been the kind of girl who listened to my mother and did everything she told me too, and yet she still thinks I’m a horrid girl who should rot in hell. So I continued with my ways of following my mothers orders, if I didn’t she would beat me. Ever since I was four she would punch, kick, throw things at me and even sometimes starve me. While doing so, she would yell at me saying how I had such a horrific attitude and she can’t wait until she could throw me out onto the streets. Which the only reason I ever gave her attitude, which I barley did, was because I wanted to be just like her, she was my role model and the only person I knew.Once my bags were stuffed with all my clothing and possessions, my mother yelled from downstairs to hurry my ass up of she will beat me… again. Since I didn’t want any damage to my face, I tried to move faster. Before walking out my door I took one last look at myself in my mirror my father gave me before he was burned at the stake. My father was a witch like me, which is where I get my inheritance from. When he turned 30, which was the age he decided he was going to stay forever. For every witch, we must choose and age, and it is the age we decide to stay forever. Which I have not done yet. My mother didn’t know that my father was a witch until then Pensula came for him. The pensula is the “rulers” of all magical creatures and they have the authority to kill and make laws on whom ever and what ever they want. With all this, I think it is the reason my mother hates me so much. From what my father was, it is why he died and it makes me one too. While taking my last look in that mirror, seeing my medium length, rich mahogany hair was parted to the with two tiny braids that just went past my cheeks. My black and white checkered scarf comfortably made its way around my neck with my grey fluffy hooded sweatshirt which lay below. My favorite blue flannel tee with sparkles showed threw my unzipped sweatshirt. Finally seeing my dark blue skinny jeans wrapped tightly around my legs tucked into my high top converse. I inhaled deeply while turning to scan my room for the last time. I picked my leather jacket and fit it on so it was nice and snug around me without being zipped.I kept thinking to myself, since this was my last time here, it will be the last me here. That I was going to start over new, with an unknown history. It was time for a new change.{If that little twit isn’t down her in less than 30 seconds, she is going to wish that she was never born.} My mother thought with such rage and anger. It made me jump. So I scrambled over to grab my bags and sprint out my door to the car. This is the one good thing about hearing others thoughts, you know what to avoid and how to avoid it. I was down at the car in about 3 seconds, with my entire luggage into the trunk within seconds. That is another great thing about being a witch. The speed.We drove for about 3 hours of silent. Well no voices. My mom was thinking off the hook about how she is so happy this day is coming. That day she can leave me. Of course it made me sad, one that my mother didn’t love me anymore, and two she didn’t care that she was going to probably never see me again. We reached a deserted little airport in the mountains of Maine when the car came to a sudden halt. My mother told me to get out of that car and grab my things. I did so in silence while she watched me with her daggers of eyes. Once I shut the trunk she sped off. That was the last I saw of her. I was left all alone in a spot I never new of. I’m a Manhattan girl in the mountains of Maine at a deserted airport. Lovely. I started to wheel my bags toward the main entrance of the airport when I heard a man’s voice from behind. “Scarlett where are you going?” he knows my name?I turned around tDANG! not all of it is showing.. but what do you think of this then

A: I like the tone, and the similes you used. The story seems riveting. Consider slowing it down a bit, and describing the small actions from one movement to the next. Add deeper contemplation in the characters minds, to give the reader a sense of friendship.

My story. Please i need an honest opinion. on if im going to continue. <dream> and {is in italics}?

Q: One.<“Run. Faster! They are coming. We must get out of here!” An unfamiliar but calming voice called behind from me. “Scarlett we can do this. We will save him. Your love will never fail you. Let’s go!”>“Scarlett,” I felt a sudden shake. “Scarlett Ann Pauker, you wake up this instant!” the horrid shriek slipped out of my mother’s mouth. Suddenly my eyes shot opening quicker than a blink. Once the full name is out, I’m screwed.As fast as I could move I quickly sat up and faced my mother. “Good morning mother.” I said my usual tone, which she thinks is sassy. “Shut up and pack you bags.” Now I know something isn’t good. She kept pacing back and forth {I can’t wait this I can get rid of this life sucking freak and let that school deal with her and her selfish ways.} My mother kept thinking over and over again. School? What school? This is what I hate about being able to read others thoughts, it lets me know things I either do or don’t want to know. The weird thing about this is I have never attended a school once in my life. Besides the fact that I am different from others in the world, I’m not human.I have always been the kind of girl who listened to my mother and did everything she told me too, and yet she still thinks I’m a horrid girl who should rot in hell. So I continued with my ways of following my mothers orders, if I didn’t she would beat me. Ever since I was four she would punch, kick, throw things at me and even sometimes starve me. While doing so, she would yell at me saying how I had such a horrific attitude and she can’t wait until she could throw me out onto the streets. Which the only reason I ever gave her attitude, which I barley did, was because I wanted to be just like her, she was my role model and the only person I knew.Once my bags were stuffed with all my clothing and possessions, my mother yelled from downstairs to hurry my *** up of she will beat me… again. Since I didn’t want any damage to my face, I tried to move faster. Before walking out my door I took one last look at myself in my mirror my father gave me before he was burned at the stake. My father was a witch like me, which is where I get my inheritance from. When he turned 30, which was the age he decided he was going to stay forever. For every witch, we must choose and age, and it is the age we decide to stay forever. Which I have not done yet. My mother didn’t know that my father was a witch until then Pensula came for him. The pensula is the “rulers” of all magical creatures and they have the authority to kill and make laws on whom ever and what ever they want. With all this, I think it is the reason my mother hates me so much. From what my father was, it is why he died and it makes me one too. While taking my last look in that mirror, seeing my medium length, rich mahogany hair was parted to the with two tiny braids that just went past my cheeks. My black and white checkered scarf comfortably made its way around my neck with my grey fluffy hooded sweatshirt which lay below. My favorite blue flannel tee with sparkles showed threw my unzipped sweatshirt. Finally seeing my dark blue skinny jeans wrapped tightly around my legs tucked into my high top converse. I inhaled deeply while turning to scan my room for the last time. I picked my leather jacket and fit it on so it was nice and snug around me without being zipped.I kept thinking to myself, since this was my last time here, it will be the last me here. That I was going to start over new, with an unknown history. It was time for a new change.{If that little twit isn’t down her in less than 30 seconds, she is going to wish that she was never born.} My mother thought with such rage and anger. It made me jump. So I scrambled over to grab my bags and sprint out my door to the car. This is the one good thing about hearing others thoughts, you know what to avoid and how to avoid it. I was down at the car in about 3 seconds, with my entire luggage into the trunk within seconds. That is another great thing about being a witch. The speed.We drove for about 3 hours of silent. Well no voices. My mom was thinking off the hook about how she is so happy this day is coming. That day she can leave me. Of course it made me sad, one that my mother didn’t love me anymore, and two she didn’t care that she was going to probably never see me again. We reached a deserted little airport in the mountains of Maine when the car came to a sudden halt. My mother told me to get out of that car and grab my things. I did so in silence while she watched me with her daggers of eyes. Once I shut the trunk she sped off. That was the last I saw of her. I was left all alone in a spot I never new of. I’m a Manhattan girl in the mountains of Maine at a deserted airport. Lovely. I started to wheel my bags toward the main entrance of the airport when I heard a man’s voice from behind. “Scarlett where are you going?” he knows my name?I turned around tShould i Continue???and i know not all of it showed but of what is up there.. should i ?

A: i think it is good though i must add that who cares if people don’t like your story?? you should continue all the same. i have no intention of publishing (ok maybe a little) my book that i am writing right now (I’m 14) though i write it anyway because its funpersonally, i can’t give you a true opinion other than it sounds like a pretty awesome book because i have trouble reading books with abusive parents in them lol. i’m a whimp when it comes to sad books : – )so, yes CONTINTUEhappy writing! hope i help!

How to gain more muscle & get rid of fat ?

Q: Okay im 14 , 5′ 2 & weigh 115 pounds. i have decently toned legs, but my stomach & arms not so much. my stomach is flabby & i need to suck in to make myself seem skinny. i want to get a decently toned stomach by may , and i started a few days ago[on wednesday night]were i do about 120-150 situps a day , 120 or more crunches a day,and i hold a push up position for about 1 minute and 30 seconds twice everyday. i am more focused on toning my stomach more , so do you think that the situps and crunches will work ? how long will it be to start seeing a difference if i do them everyday 2 or 3 times a day ?also tell me ways i can tone my arms with quick and easy exercises ?[i am going to do the situps/crunches exercises for 3 weeks , and see if i see a difference,and then continue with it for more months so if i do start toning up it stays like that for the summer.]

A: I’m 30, 5’4″, and weigh 120. I eat loads of raw food, drink cold water, and have a LOT of fish in my diet. I go on long walks regularly and do pilates or yoga for an hour a day, six days a week. I still manage to have the odd muffin or slice of cake. If I didn’t indulge, I’d weigh closer to what you do.I suspect you are stressed out and have an imbalanced eating regimen. The main culprits in stubborn belly fat are:- Not eating (you go into starvation mode and your body clings to fat in the thigh and belly areas. You must eat like a scavenger all day long to keep the metabolism revved and to maintain proper blood sugar levels.)- Stress (there is a LOT of scientific data emerging that indicates that belly fat depositories operate differently than the rest of the body. Stress causes women to cling to fat in the abdomen. This is nature’s way of telling you to chill out.)- Salt, Bread, Dairy Products, Onions, Garlic (some people have food sensitivities. Salt intake increases water retention–that will show in your face and more so your stomach. The body can’t break down complex enzymes in a lot of bread, dairy, and pungent food, causing gas and bloating–this shows up in your belly!)Eat fiber, alternate between types of exercise, opt for pilates over crunches (crunches will cause you to injure your lower back and they don’t work half as well as the slower pilates. Finding a good pilates regimen takes time, but it’s worth it. You will find muscles you didn’t know existed!), consider ballet, drink cold water all day long, and constantly snack on healthy things to keep your metabolism going. This is the best way to achieve the results you seek. Fitness should be a lifelong lifestyle choice and it requires a serious commitment. It’s helpful to go into it with the correct intentions. Looking hot in a bikini is a great goal, but at the age of 14 you should be more focused on learning, exploring the world, and finding out who you are & what moves you.Good luck! I hope this helps!