Losing a stone in six weeks isn’t a fad. It’s calories out, calories in, plus patience. You don’t need a magic pill or a guru—just a little discipline and a lot of water.
After week six, I’d dropped 12 pounds. Not quite a stone, but close. And I felt like I’d hacked my own metabolism. Also, I could button those jeans while breathing.
So if you’re sitting there with a belly that’s seen better days, start tomorrow. Just one walk. One glass of water. One choice. Six weeks from now, you’ll thank your past self—and maybe wear those jeans with a smug little grin.
