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Yikes, I'm already here forever nothing will be written Schmitzsche live experience? Well then you go.

drive with Mrs. Zimthuhn me to the Red Hot Chili Pipers. No, all right, the really hot either long hair or have gloves on. The nutty Scots play everything from Queen to Robbie Williams - with bagpipes! Lovely! I also like "Auld Lang Syne" and "The Lonesome Piper, but something else is also nice bagpipe term. And as for the eye, the boys were with their little red coats too. Since women could not complain.



My personal surprise of the month was Schmeisig. Most recently, "Ehrenfeld-hopping" in the most beautiful pre-summer weather and I was in the brewing position with a tour of the troops. The guys write their own numbers, covers very skillfully mix the familiar and sometimes even as Sido's "My Block" with "Insane in the Membrane". And all this with country-style moderate. Since guitars to drums, bass and banjo sound but also just refreshingly different. And both on stage and in front gabs see for female fans of check shirts, tunnels and sideburns a lot. Also not to be despised. The mood was
played great and when the birthday Thomas the Westphalia, raged up shop. The boys are good, innovative and funny. Grade: highly recommended!



(and the burger in the beer place I have to then end of my Metabolic-time look at even more accurate. Man, the deliciously off. Saw)

the topic of "recommended" may this young lady unfortunately not keep up: Rihanna. How now Mrs. Schmitz comes to a Rihanna concert? Exactly, yet so is not my style. Have helped in this case about 2.5 bottles of wine and a not very specific memory of a birthday dinner.

learned on that very evening Mrs. Schmitz, a young man from Hamburg to know who asked shortly thereafter if I do not tour as support for Rihanna would be available. After much affectation I have given way.

Sunday afternoon was surprisingly nice (as I said, I could not really remember the young man was not so sure what the day would bring so), the concert was a total failure. No opening act only as a 1-Live-clown of the 0815 chart-Mist hung up. Then nothing forever. With only 2.5 hours late, the lady then appeared once, did not apologize, of course, and delivered an impersonal, boring show we had thanked God seis not see until the end.

And then since even the dear family. Which played its annual spring concert. And my brother, the coolest moderated casually to a song that was originally written for a quartet. " He meant "For whom the bell tolls" by Metallica.

Now my family does not necessarily in a rock band, but in a band! So I have never heard Metallica - very cool. And so it was that now can Eifeler few dozen of the generation 70 + claim to have even heard of Metallica. Cultural-educational mission accomplished brother.

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I Think About My Daughter When I Masterbat

Under the Sign of the carrot-alarm

Already over two weeks eats Mrs. Schmitz now has of black bread (of course without any court), vegetables (cucumber, Romanesco, mushrooms, carrots and half an tomato - much more is nich), steamed and meat or fish and for a change, feta cheese or unsweetened plain yogurt . No oil, no sauce, no supplements, no cheese, no chocolate!

Consequently, I was thinking in the first week consistently from getting up to go to sleep and only to chocolate bars, brownies, donuts, and similar work of the devil. ALWAYS!

But so slow. And Since yesterday I may even eat again 3 tablespoons of oil a day - means there is now again fried. Yes, dear readers, I can now also appreciate the little things. Woman is so frugal.

And what can I say - today was the first weighing (I have the old devil "curiosity" so far and not been defeated on the scale). The result: 4.6 kg fat loss!

morning, it is the first exception for almost three weeks - I'll sushi sin. And so life well otherwise not quite dry, boring, culinary Wilderness remains, it will now give such an exception once a week. Plan or not.

I am the right with the punk hair style (comes from Kohlehydratmangel):

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Can I See Gils Nipels

recently read in the Neon:

"slumped in my chair, my head - down slightly wrong - is out of my hand gesützt, I'm about to lose consciousness. My eyes are moist and melt before passion, my eyebrows move up and down in small waves, my lips are pursed in silly way, my breathing is mutated to a stuck-up sighing.

It is really something of pathetic. If George Clooney appears on the screen, I'm turning into a beagle.

But at least I'm not alone. "

laughed a lot

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drool all zero

The last run on the scale (I have this Zivilationsfolterinstrument the modern woman will not) was frightening: Ms. Schmitz has in the past 11 years Their profession whopping 18 kilos increased!

After food combining, fasting, and base what I know what everything did not help, allheilbringende the drug of choice is now "Metabolic Balance". After a successful blood test, is the diet plan now clear to my metabolism again to really put your best foot-and very slender legs.

The two "transition days" began with a light breakfast, half topped with a delicious serving of Glauber's salt. Who does not know, you missed nothing. The short version: everything what I can in the gastrointestinal tract rumtreibt is quite rapidly to a spring cleaning by the back door outside to play skillfully.

The rest of the day was then challenged with 3 liters of water and vegetables. And now for a change, then the same again.

I bet not do to bring the metabolism to zero, but that woman over the following eating plan which they will guide you through the weight loss phase, not totally shocked but happy. Because I realize now how much I look forward to rye bread and boiled chicken. For me, the plan has so fully functioned.

What does this mean for this blog: well, either should meet its here now do not hear all the time my whining if this works or you've got to my Gefeixe of any lost kilos (10 to leave me) . Read For that I will spare you further details about my digestion - so I personally Easter gift.

In this sense - happy egg hunt! (Oh yes, I eat eggs - yipieh)