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Now Mars is really like Imelda

Q hen Mars is right, right. The tortoise upside down (these are not the Galapagos tortoise and red cheeks) lying helpless on her abdomen to be expelled from there, transferred to other Martian belly, away from this corner of paradise in which undisturbed lethargic.

I start by saying that I always had a deviance for the Martians with blurred by fat at the waist. My perversion, it seems, must have been taken very seriously by Mars, so as to suffer a kind of Darwinian mutation deviating knowingly from the scale to end up look like Sid, the sloth Panzuto ice age.

A diet that meets Mars is composed of three main meals: breakfast

1- (strictly with colleagues at the bar and order that no female mind can be frustrating with the account of what kilocalories eaten), which usually consists No 2, respectively, croissants stuffed with pastry cream and nutella one another (are carefully selected by size and quantity of Martian stuffing contained, if they have the size of a pizza and overflows like a dam in full then they are ok), a hood with creamy cocoa and sprinkle a sachet of sweetener (low calorie strictly unnecessary because it would be a shame to swallow calories);

2 - harmless lunch with colleagues. Usually, reports that: it feeds almost exclusively on vegetables, steamed, raw and never fried. But, upon closer investigation, it appears that the vegetables are just decorations dishes:
- unspecified pasta with any sauce untissimo and abundant;
- roast pork stuffed with eggs, cheese and spinach;
- stagionatissimi cheese and fat
- meats such as bacon Colonnade, mortadella and culatello Zibello;

- fatty meat drowned in gravy oily

- breading and frying of any of the categories above

3 - dinner strictly Méditerrannée, real cause (according to the thought of Mars) of its disastrous collapse physical. His words "I ruined dinner, I should start jumping"

must be said that Mars (with due to his very image) Dolcino can not give up after a meal with soft drinks, to birrozzi with friends at a Cassata mid-morning, leading to the redbull in my pocket like a key ... but the bad luck he wanted, whether its the 140 grams of pasta with tomato or 200 grams of cod with parsley and cherry tomatoes to do so fattening!