Very good! Not long ago, I was part of the evil drink that I meant a visit to the doctor because of the review company's annual (see ). Well, as then presaged, pass treated as best they could. I do not pass out of the mouth giving the floor the day I play the extraction of blood, nor was I forgot to save the pee in the damn tube ... And how delicious it tasted the ham and cheese croissant and coffee with milk later on an empty stomach ...
In the second part of the medical examination, pass not without some apurillos, visual inspection ... Which place is tiny, milk !!... electrocardiogram, well, the results of blood tests and urine in the normal range. Cholesterol and triglycerides I have them at bay .... I'm actually going a little bull. That if a bull .... GORDO!
And it was guessed that already ... Last year I pulled his ears and I feared that things would be even worse in this new opportunity. But we got to the 40 tacos do not know what the f ... pass, which costs an egg removed kilos off as much as one to strive. ( care to 40) When I was a kid, burned them just like that ...
And it was guessed that already ... Last year I pulled his ears and I feared that things would be even worse in this new opportunity. But we got to the 40 tacos do not know what the f ... pass, which costs an egg removed kilos off as much as one to strive. ( care to 40) When I was a kid, burned them just like that ...
The nurse asked me to take off his coat, to empty anything that would lead me into his pockets and his shoes. First I measured. I got on a junk, I was firm as a stick. And what ... !. 1.78 cm. I shrunk an inch over the previous year ... no, if you could tell me that I was harder I reach the top shelf .... I got off the pileup and asked me to go up to the scale. But in one of those Roman has a horizontal bar and nurse you move the weight until equilibrium is that 90 kilos ...¡¡¡ !!!... "Well, minus the clothes ... 89" I said, as he recorded the data on my tab. "Dress to please and follow me ..." and I did. I followed by a long hallway to another door. There the nurse knocked on the door with his knuckles and asked permission to enter. "Here's to the next" ... a doctor told que ya estaba esperándome detrás de una mesa, con su bata blanca inmaculada. Me despedí de la enfermera y pase hacía dentro de la sala. Una vez allí, y tras las exploraciones rutinarias de oídos, garganta, toma de tensión, etc.... Llego el momento del veredicto final. "Todo bien, pero hay que adelgar, eh ?. Estas en sobrepeso grado II. Deberías perder al menos 10 kilos..." me dijo mirándome a los ojos todo con
vencida. "Bueno, estoooooo, ¿¿¿ seguro que son 10 kilos ???... que yo es que soy de complexión fuerte y eso... Además hago mucho deporte, ¿ no será que me pesan los músculos ?" alegaba en mi defensa. Pero parece que aquello no coló. "Who knows, next year, has dropped by at least half ..." said. And with that, I left there with the feel of a huge cow, was dragging my feet out of the clinic. I want to take away the coffee and delicious croissant and headed for the office. On arrival, I immediately asked why the companions who had left such evidence. And when I told them all good, but I was told I had to lose weight 10 kilos, began cachondeito that did not stop until the afternoon ... that children from their mother !!... No, if I have what I deserved, for simpleton. When
I think I have to drive out of my body, equivalent to a sack of potatoes that crippled so let me just pick them up from the counter to bring them into the shopping cart ... I say, damn ... If I get it, get back to playing ball in my football team, now would not dream catch them.
So here I am motivated and ready to fight with all my damn overweight grade II. I started on Monday, going hungry as Carpanta, seeing as at dinner, my wife and kids, they pressed a delicious omelette, and I did not try ... That firm! yes sir. But such effort will getting off. I have managed to remove 2 kilos ... eh ??... If when I get, I get ... But the truth is what was in the early days. I've been since Thursday that I'm not a fucking gram despite jogging me an hour and knees on the asphalt ... This is going to be sooo hard! 'll tell you now if I get the intended purpose or one of these, I go crazy and assault the fridge carry off everything, no sleep lately with scantily clad women, if not filetones baked potatoes and side dishes .. . Ha ha ha!
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