tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980919973276212167.post5166722642450278000..comments2023-12-20T08:49:04.719+00:00Comments on Better Oot Than In: The "E" WordUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980919973276212167.post-33643258478140633812008-03-27T22:29:00.000+00:002008-03-27T22:29:00.000+00:00WithaY - Oh, hello again. Sorry, what were you say...WithaY - Oh, hello again. Sorry, what were you saying? I've just been eating half a packet of chocolate hob-nobs. Oh. Oops.Mr Fartyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09181992797303553788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980919973276212167.post-3574591369126355692008-03-27T20:27:00.000+00:002008-03-27T20:27:00.000+00:00The trick is, little and often. Small amounts, ma...The trick is, little and often. Small amounts, many reps.livesbythewoodshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13660484415596484648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980919973276212167.post-73551095137070206792008-03-26T22:40:00.000+00:002008-03-26T22:40:00.000+00:00Jacki - But don't you love it when the opposite ha...Jacki - But don't you love it when the opposite happens and you get twice the goodies?<BR/><BR/>Brom - Nice two!<BR/><BR/>Marie - Our Weightwatchers is 15 minutes walk away. Or if you prefer, 5 mins past the fish-and-chip shop. So you get weighed, congratulate yourself on how well you've done and then munch on yummy fatty food on your way home.<BR/>And by "you" I mean "Mrs F".<BR/><BR/>VE - Mmmm, hadn't quite thought of it that way. I might blogroll you after all.Mr Fartyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09181992797303553788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980919973276212167.post-7951864128051810122008-03-25T21:45:00.000+00:002008-03-25T21:45:00.000+00:00Excellent. The pounding of the fists when it does...Excellent. The pounding of the fists when it doesn't take your money is good for the triceps. You get an excellent upper body workout shoving the machine back and forth to unloosen the jammed product and it's wonderful knee bends reaching down to get your snack and the change that has inevitably jumped out of the change slot and is rolling under the damn machine.Ed & Jeannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00730956006290504616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980919973276212167.post-7653913593497845512008-03-25T15:31:00.000+00:002008-03-25T15:31:00.000+00:00My gym in California was right next door to a rest...My gym in California was right next door to a restaurant called Fatburger.Memarie Lanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03289584923725420572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980919973276212167.post-12855021361890563542008-03-25T12:39:00.001+00:002008-03-25T12:39:00.001+00:00This comment has been removed by the author.Bromhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14190741956540256769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980919973276212167.post-6326306166199522462008-03-25T11:09:00.000+00:002008-03-25T11:09:00.000+00:00I love vending machines....unless I put my money i...I love vending machines....unless I put my money in, push the button, and the little bag of goodies gets stuck halfway down.United Studieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16605529272895583783noreply@blogger.com