<p>If you are wondering how to lose weight permanently, there is a tip for that. First, you need to change your eating habits permanently. However, as you can easily guess, this is not the only thing losing weight is about. You also need to combine it with physical activity. The word 'diet' comes from the Greek and means a sensible lifestyle combining healthy eating with exercise.</p> <p>There are many diets that start out on top and then recede into the background because another one comes along. All these diets have one thing in common - they are 'lauded' as ideal, and previous ways of losing weight become useless and unnecessary methods. This is how carbohydrates, for example, have been approached, once as a cause of excess weight, and at other times as an ingredient for a slimmer figure. It was very similar with a nutrient such as fat. The enemies of fat - mainly sports people - said it was fattening, while its opponents, as the name suggests, were of a different opinion. They propounded the thesis that fat adds energy.</p>
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OVER 100,000 COPIES SOLD, GRAB THE BESTSELLING MURDER MYSTERY SERIES READERS ARE RAVING ABOUT! Ginger Mallowan embodies everything the 1980s stand for, from big hair to power suits to "Material Girl"…until her son disappears during a beach walk one night. That's the moment girls don't want to have fun anymore, and the moment she starts hunting for answers. Now Ginger's hair is a bit flatter, her power suits packed into the attic, and her dance steps to Madonna lack the energy of better days. She hasn't found—or forgotten—her missing son, and she's only survived the grief thanks to her neighbor and keeper of secrets, Tara Christie. Except for Ginger's darkest secret of all...about what happened the night her son disappeared. But that vow of friendship is tested when Tara is jarred awake one night by a scream coming from next-door, where she finds Ginger standing over a dead body. Even stranger, Tara's husband is nowhere to be found. As the investigation shakes their small town of Bloodson Bay to its core, and Tara's husband is arrested for the murder, Tara must choose between proving her husband's innocence or protecting Ginger's past. Little does she know they're about to stumble down a twisty path that could destroy them all. WHAT READERS ARE SAYING: "Pull up your legwarmers, tease your hair high, and press play to your Michael Jackson Thriller cassette, because you're in for an unforgettable murderous treat! A witty page-turning 1980s throwback thriller guaranteed to entertain." – Literary Lover Reviews ★★★★★ "It kept me on my toes the whole time I was reading it and trying to guess the twisty ending of what really happened. Fans of thrillers, suspense, and mystery novels will not be disappointed with this book." – San Francisco Book Review "You are not prepared for the twists…Pamela Crane has in store for you. Sure to have you at the edge of your seat." – POPSUGAR "Crane succeeds at painting families and friendships in vivid detail; women will see their tussles and triumphs in these pages, and will relish the twists and moments of brave camaraderie and bold revenge." – Booklist
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Guess what happens when you jump off the edge of the world map and have no framework to return to. This absurd yet true story reflects the cosmic union and balancing act of a unique, free-spirited gypsy soul living between the visible and the invisible over 17 years, complete with clogs, a sheepskin, a leather backpack, a dash of humour and a sense of adventure. There is lot of speculation about where gypsies originally come from. In her opinion, gypsies come from a magic box. When the conditions are just right for it, the magic of nature pops the inner springs into a cosmic transformation and self-initiated movements, manifested in the universe as the simple beauty of existence. She believes that there is tiny claustrophobic space traveller, the star of the Circus of Life, living inside each one of us. Most people just get stuck in their humdrum lives.
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Twelve years had passed since I had laid the body of my great-uncle, Captain John Carter, of Virginia, away from the sight of men in that strange mausoleum in the old cemetery at Richmond. Often had I pondered on the odd instructions he had left me governing the construction of his mighty tomb, and especially those parts which directed that he be laid in an OPEN casket and that the ponderous mechanism which controlled the bolts of the vault's huge door be accessible ONLY FROM THE INSIDE.Twelve years had passed since I had read the remarkable manuscript of this remarkable man; this man who remembered no childhood and who could not even offer a vague guess as to his age; who was always young and yet who had dandled my grandfather's great-grandfather upon his knee; this man who had spent ten years upon the planet Mars; who had fought for the green men of Barsoom and fought against them; who had fought for and against the red men and who had won the ever beautiful Dejah Thoris, Princess of Helium, for his wife, and for nearly ten years had been a prince of the house of Tardos Mors, Jeddak of Helium.Twelve years had passed since his body had been found upon the bluff before his cottage overlooking the Hudson, and oft-times during these long years I had wondered if John Carter were really dead, or if he again roamed the dead sea bottoms of that dying planet; if he had returned to Barsoom to find that he had opened the frowning portals of the mighty atmosphere plant in time to save the countless millions who were dying of asphyxiation on that far-gone day that had seen him hurtled ruthlessly through forty-eight million miles of space back to Earth once more. I had wondered if he had found his black-haired Princess and the slender son he had dreamed was with her in the royal gardens of Tardos Mors, awaiting his return.Or, had he found that he had been too late, and thus gone back to a living death upon a dead world? Or was he really dead after all, never to return either to his mother Earth or his beloved Mars?Thus was I lost in useless speculation one sultry August evening when old Ben, my body servant, handed me a telegram. Tearing it open I read:'Meet me to-morrow hotel Raleigh Richmond. 'JOHN CARTER'
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The monkey is gathering all the jungle animals for a farting contest. The hippo, the elephant, a shy giraffe and a very refined zebra are all competing, but no one can guess who the winner will be…
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Introducing Detective DI Garibaldi, a country-music loving, self-educated detective, and the only cop in the Metropolitan Police who can't drive a car. On the morning after Boat Race Day, a man's body is found in a nature reserve beside the Thames. He has been viciously stabbed, his tongue cut out, and an Oxford college scarf stuffed in his mouth. The body is identified as that of Nick Bellamy, last seen at the charity quiz organised by his Oxford contemporary, the popular newsreader Melissa Matthews.Enter DI Garibaldi, whose first task is to look into Bellamy's contemporaries from Balfour College. In particular, the surprise 'final round' of questions at this year's charity quiz in which guests were invited to guess whether allegations about Melissa Matthews and her Oxford friends are true. These allegations range from plagiarism and shoplifting to sextortion and murder…
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The Japan expert and business consultant Rita Menge knows Japan for more than 20 years. In her fourth book about the land of the rising sun, she devotes herself now to numerous hard to understand curiosities and invites you to join in the discussion. Japan fascinates many people. Sushi, Manga and Karaoke are well known and have many fans worldwide. The number of tourists is growing rapidly, but the Japanese still manage to preserve many of their peculiarities. So it comes to the fact that even experienced friends of Japan often discover mysterious things, which are surprising, astonishing and often fascinating: What is the meaning of the numbers in the title of this book? Why are blue mats in the temple garden? Why are roads being watered? Why are big orchid decorations placed before shops in the street? What are the red balls at some supermarket cash desks? Why are the benches on railroad station platforms placed transversely to the walking direction? Guess and get to know new and exciting ideas from Japanese everyday life.
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You have to understand. I was shy. Eighteen. And so in love I was ready to give up everything. Only he wouldn't let me. He broke my heart. Pushed me away. Now he's back. He's a rock star, a bad boy, a total egomaniac, a tattoo covered rock god with naked women begging for his attention. He has platinum albums, money, fame. Everybody wants a piece of him. Everyone but me. Been there, done that. My heart shattered into a million pieces when he left. I'm still broken on the inside. I loved him. I trusted him. And he ruined me. Only a complete idiot would let him get close. But when he touches me, I melt. My heart races. I crave him. Guess I'm not that smart after all.
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