I am getting married in just 60 days and really want to lose 100 pounds before then so I look hotter than my friends. I've always been the chubby one and need help. Max Parkes - Germany A picture of you with this question would have helped. I'm a visual person so I'm guessing if you need to lose 100 pounds that is the equivalent of one of your legs. I think that your best bet is amputation. There is a clinic that does great amputation work and can get you a new leg that is a fraction of the weight of your fatty leg. Dr. Rozbruch of the Hospital for Special Surgery in New York is great and has done thousands of successful surgeries like these. Schedule an appointment today at 877-606-1555 and you might be fully recovered by the time your wedding is. On the other hand, just a good diet and knowing that he is wanting to marry you makes you a grand prize. I'm sure he thinks your smoking hot just the way you are. Just wait to see what happens to your body after the seventh kid.
My girlfriend cheated on me, I forgave her but she keeps texting other guys, what can I do? Jim Garrett See if she has any friends or a cute sister that is a bit more loyal. On another note, You're obviously uncomfortable with her communicating with other guys. Let her know and ask if you can have a side chick to text and cuddle with.
I want a psychiatrist friend who would come over when I needed and counsel me. Faraz Chandaer -Germany I want a psychiatrist friend who would come over when I needed and council me. I want a mechanic friend that will come over all the time and fix my cars. Oh, and a maid friend too. But unfortunately all my friends are raging alcoholics and panhandlers who think my house is a place to hang out and do lines of cocaine in my bathroom while texting their wives that they have to stay late at work again. I’m guessing you need decent friends and not free professionals to hang out with you. If things are really that bad, try checking our yahoo answers. If that isn’t cutting it, I hear barkeeps are pretty knowledgeable. Actually there was this one time when I was coming down from a regular does of Benadryl and I realized that I had been living with what I though was a wicked awesome woman but come to find out it was a 35 year old pot belly pig name Juniper. So I went to this bar about 3 blocks from the apartment I was renting (which was leased in Junipers name, go figure) and the barkeep there was so ticked off because he said I smelled like a barnyard, which of course made me breakdown into hysterics and so he offered me a hit of whiskey. His name was Benji or Jed, something trendy like that. And so I looked at him and said “Hey man, I need someone to talk to.” He proceeded to roll his eyes and tell me that’s not part of his job. But I kept talking anyways. Before I knew it like 4 hours had passed and I had had like 15 tall waters (cause I forgot my wallet back with Juniper) and I couldn’t pay for anything else. And wouldn’t you know it, this girl walked over and said “Hey man, did you just say you had a pig name Juniper?” and I was all like “Yeah, sort of” and she was all “That’s my pig. I had a wild couple of months and lost her”. And that’s when I knew that I really loved that pig because there was no way I was going to let this chick take her from me. Long story short…. I have no clue where I was going with that.