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Chuckie Miller (performance specialist and fitness trainer) owner of Better Bodies Fitness Center Long Beach Ca. A can XOWii the super Energy Drink and 45 minutes on the treadmill, 300 push ups, 250 sit ups 200 ball squats 150 burpees and 100 plyo hops. FOR TIME DAMN! Demo. www.fytnessfanatics.com

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Ok, so im sick of getting no results with exercise, but im only 16 and i don’t want any of those dumb weight loss pills, or clothing that hides ur fat. I want it gone! Please give me some quick exercises that i can do. we have a total gym and a tread climber. I juggle work and school, so i can’t find the time for long workouts, but i want my fat GONE!

Easy, Slim in 6 Push yourself though really hard.

Prologue:
When Bella Beckham was a little girl, she would sing along on her mini plastic tape recorder to Michael Jackson and Britney Spears hits and get twirled in the air in daddy’s arms to the sounds of the Rolling Stones and the Beatles. The precocious child would dance around the table at fancy Upper West Side restaurants using the breadsticks as a baton and she would innocently greet a new babysitter in nothing but her birthday suit.
The world watched in fascination as that little girl from a crazy Italian New York family turned into the exhibitionist, multi-talented singer-songwriter with a flair for theatrics and entertainment: Bella Beckham.
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Monday, August 23, 9 a.m.
The Diary of Bella Beckham

My life as a pop princess began at the Burger King.
I could tell you that at the time, I was your average sixteen-year-old girl with slacker grades, dysfunctional family, bad hair days, unattractive pimples, and a love for singing out loud to every pop song on the radio. But that was the Wonder Bella who appeared doomed to live out her junior year as a social oddity at her new high school in Boston.
The other Wonder Bella, the one who slaved away at the Burger King every afternoon, she sang aloud to every song on the radio in order to drown out customers’ voices so her mind could focus on her real ambition: escape. Sing-aloud Wonder dreamed of escape from Boston, escape from high school, escape to Somewhere, Anywhere (okay, preferably New York or L.A., though London or Paris would probably do, as would any dark steamy Latin American beach metropolis like in the telenovelas on the Spanish language channel). She also longed for escape from parents whose marriage was on nuclear meltdown, escape from the sorrow that had overwhelmed our household since my parent’s divorce. In whatever glamorous city happened to be Somewhere, Anywhere, the other Wonder Bella would go and reinvent herself, become a sophisticated emancipated teen with a sensuous lips and ridiculous confidence. She could be like some Presidential Fitness teen ambassador; she’d have a kick-ass designer wardrobe and a smile that could light the world on fire. That chick would know how to make new friends like that and she would have guys lining up to date her, instead of the regular ole Wonder Bella, who you could tell guys thought was kinda not bad-looking but why’s she always by herself staring out into space, and anyway isn’t she the girl who dreams of being on TV, what’s her deal, how’d she get stranded here?
The regular ole Wonder Bella had two years of high school left to go, two more years trapped in sleepy Boston, Massachusetts. Escape for now would have to come from singing aloud at her job at the Burger King, passing the time in her own reverie.
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The Los Angeles Times
Bombshells. Sex kittens. Pin-up girls. In Hollywood, such creatures have always been in plentiful supply. But just about once in a generation, a bona fide sex symbol will come along to stand out from the pack: some beautiful sex-bomb goddess whose mere photograph is enough to flutter the collective pulse and whose appearance on a red carpet causes both flashbulbs and eyes to pop. These women are synonymous with the S-word because they make men think impure thoughts rather than associate them with any particular movie role, product or publicist-constructed persona.
Every era gets the sex symbol it deserves — at least, so goes pop cultural thinking on the matter. What then to make of Bella Beckham? To be sure, she is the newest "it" girl to ascend into the vaunted pantheon of sex-bomb goddesses.

This is really good. I also like Cheyenne’s story preview…