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How to Look Like a Supermodel

How do they do it? Their perfectly trimmed arms and suspiciously bodacious butts make most girls sigh at their own reflection, but I am here to reveal their secrets. No, I will not tell you that water with cayenne pepper is the best way to lose 5 pounds or that 24.3 is the perfect amont of sit-ups to start your day with. Instead, I am going to try it. I am going to attempt those sought-after celebrity work-outs, beauty secrets and diets. My intention though is not to give you the best way to lose the weight you want, though you may find one, but instead to help women realize WHY it really is impossible for us women to look like supermodels. Supermodels have one job: to look good. Most women have jobs, families, friends and numerous other responsibilities that require us to go, go, go. SO how are we supposed to work out for 3 hours and cook chicken with sage and calliflower fake mashed potatoes for our meals? I'm not really sure. But I will try and hopefully will all get a sigh of relief rather than desperation.

My weakness? Free food. In fact, everything I ate for lunch cost me a whopping $0. Unfortunately, free food is rarely healthy. I mean, who says, “surprise guys! I brought treats- there’s fiber bars and broccoli in the breakroom.” I wouldn’t mind it but I can’t see many other people high-fiving over that. Nope, instead it’s popcorn and candy and cookies that litter the table. A feast that only a glimpse of will induce a coma and mouth full of cavities. So what else did I eat besides this deliciously fatty breakfast sandwich (yes, a breakfast sandwich at lunch. If you know me then you know breakfast food is a completely acceptable option at any point in the day)? Well there were some homemade chocolate and peanut butter bars so I had one of those…. And then another. Then were was some homemade pineapple bread so I had a few hunks of that too. Seriously, free food kills me. Feeling especially guilty now because I didn’t go to the gym tonight because I lost my headphones!!! And I last about 10 minutes without music. And here begins the spiral….as I sit on the couch with wine. And I won’t be visiting Stacey tomorrow. Ugh. Epic fail.