Over the weekend I sent you an email all about how the "healthy"foods you're eating can end up acting like a bee sting in your body. Increasing inflammation and that puffy, swollen look : Well..
About 6,000 people checked it out and we had a bunch of emails from people saying that it was the best analogy the ever heard! After all..
If you think you're eating relatively healthy but you're still bloated and can't seem to lose fat, then this probably has to do with your body being inflamed like it's gotten stung by a bee.
It all makes sense in the documentary I sent out this last weekend. Which is why I'm emailing you now..
If you haven't checked it out yet, make sure you do, ok.
P.S. Tomorrow I will be sharing a personal story that I bet most (if not all) of you can relate to.
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