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03.10.03 3:08 p.m.

From MSN WOMEN CENTRAL:

Winter's Hottest Workouts

1. Stripper Aerobics

Who knew stripping could be so sweat inducing -- for the person taking it all off? Members of the Crunch gym chain in Los Angeles, New York and Miami have been hustling to get into the chain's hottest new class, Cardio-Striptease, a low-impact aerobic workout choreographed with actual strip-club moves. (Gold's Gym in Venice, California is planning to introduce a class called The Art of Exotic Dancing.) In addition to providing an excuse to wear boas and hobnob with real-life pole dancers, these classes provide a great workout.

Calories burned: 400 to 500 per hour for a 135-pound woman.

Who's doing it: Mostly women, between the ages of 25 and 40. It helps if you're slightly uninhibited -- these classes often involve shedding layers of clothing as you go, if you dare!

Try this at home: Not a Crunch member? The gym has plans to release an instructional home video. Or you can try the do-it-yourself approach. According to Donna Cyrus, national group fitness director for Crunch, this workout involves lots of squats, lunges and kicks which tone all the major muscle groups. Put on some jamming tunes and pretend your living room is Club Kinky!



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I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


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