The Physique 57(R) Solution by Tanya Becker [download great books]

  • Full Title : The Physique 57(R) Solution: The Groundbreaking 2-Week Plan for a Lean, Beautiful Body
  • Autor: Tanya Becker
  • Print Length: 304 pages
  • Publisher: Grand Central Life & Style; 1 edition
  • Publication Date: January 4, 2012
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0446585343
  • ISBN-13: 978-0446585330
  • Download File Format: epub


What if you could achieve your best body starting now? THE PHYSIQUE 57 SOLUTION, celebrity praised and widely loved, is designed to systematically sculpt your muscles to create a lean, beautiful shape. This unique, effective workout combines interval training, isometric exercises, and orthopedic stretches to rapidly and dramatically transform your body. No matter your level of fitness, the Physique 57 technique will keep you challenged, motivated, and entertained.

Now combined with a healthy and delicious meal plan, this two-week program will help you get your best body fast. Discover:

· Step-by-step, groundbreaking workouts offering major calorie burn

· Innovative choreography, including muscle-defining arm exercises, intense seat-and-thigh sequences, and waist-chiseling ab moves

· A super-slimming two-week meal plan

· A variety of flavorful and healthy recipes for breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, and dessert

· Motivating tips to help you reach your goals!

Drop pounds, lose up to 10 inches, and transform into the best version of yourself.



“This fun workout was transformational; I could see a difference physically within five classes. It changed my life!” —Kelly Ripa

“It takes a lot to motivate me to exercise, but Physique 57 is the ideal workout. It’s efficient, fun and targeted to get the results you didn’t think were possible!” —Demi Moore

“I really enjoy the Physique 57 workout. It’s challenging and the hard work pays off!” —Denise Richards

“Physique 57 makes exercise fun! A great way to get in shape fast and maintain long, lean muscles. I love it!” —Lydia Hearst

“Every workout before Physique 57 was a complete sham! I’m wearing jeans from high school!” Parker Posey

“The MOST efficient workout I’ve ever done-and let me tell you, I’ve don’t them ALL!” –Lisa Rinna

“Not only does Physique 57 kick your butt, it tones it at the same time. I’m addicted!” —Brad Goreski

About the Author

Tanya Becker is the Co-Founder, SVP of Programming and Training. She is the choreographer and instructor behind the popular Physique 57 DVDs. Jennifer Maanavi is the owner, Co-founder and CEO of Physique 57.



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an who would have been king, would be a failure on the run.

In August 1745, Prince Charles Edward Stuart stepped out of a small rowing boat and onto the Scottish mainland. He was met by just a few loyal MacDonalds, but word of the Young Pretender’s arrival fired through the glens of the West Highlands and the clans came flocking to his cause. As his army swelled he raised his standard amid the glowering hills of Glenfinnan on 19 August. Within months his victorious army had swept into Edinburgh, crushed the Hanoverian forces at Prestonpans and marched on into England, reaching Derby by 4 December 1745. Bonnie Prince Charlie and his Jacobite army were within 114 miles of London and the fulfilment of his dream. But news had arrived that the Duke of Cumberland, youngest son of the Hanoverian King George II and Charles’ own cousin, had been recalled from Flanders and was now in England, having brought with him 25 battalions of infantry, 23 squadrons of cavalry, and four companies of artillery. Major-General Wade’s Hanoverian army was ensconced in Scotland and there were strong rumours that a third, large government force was defending London. In fact this was untrue, and had Charles forged on to London it is possible the capital could have fallen and the Stuarts could have reclaimed the British crown. However, Lord George Murray, one of the prince’s senior commanders, argued in favour of a retreat to Scotland and won the support of the majority of the officers. Charles was outraged and told them they were about to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, denying the Stuart restoration. Charles proclaimed: ‘You ruin, abandon and betray me if you do not march on.’ Nevertheless he reluctantly agreed to the Council’s decision to retreat.1

So began the long march back to Scotland. The demoralised Jacobite army was exhausted, cold and hungry. In early February, Prince Charles fell ill with flu and stopped to recover in Bannockburn House near Stirling. Here he took a lover, the pretty and youthful Clementina Walkinshaw, who nursed him back to health.

On 20 February 1746, the Jacobite army occupied Inverness and laid siege to Fort William. By now, 9,000 government troops under Cumberland’s command had advanced as far as Nairn, only eight miles east of Inverness, and Charles’ army, short of food, ammunition and other vital supplies, started to form up on the high ground at Culloden Moor, then known as Drummossie Moor, to defend Inverness. The boggy ground of Drummossie Moor had been selected by Charles as an ideal battlefield as he thought it would hinder any charge by Cumberland’s cavalry. Murray pointed out the unsuitability of the ground for his own Jacobite troops, as the flat, boggy turf would slow the charge of his foot soldiers and make them sitting ducks for the Hanoverian artillery and muskets. But Charles, who mistrusted Murray following his decision to retreat from Derby, refused to listen and insisted on the choice of Drummossie Moor as the battlefield.

Bonnie Prince Charlie had requisitioned Culloden House as his headquarters, and it was here on the evening of Monday 14 April that he invited his officers to join him for a fateful banquet. This was the home of Duncan Forbes of Culloden, Lord President of the Court of Session. Forbes was a devout Protestant and Hanoverian loyalist who had tried desperately to dissuade many Highland chiefs from supporting the uprising. As an ardent government supporter, he had even raised a small force of 2,000 men to fight for King George. But as the Jacobite army moved towards Inverness, he retreated, first to Ross-shire and then to Skye, abandoning his beloved home to the Jacobites. Prince Charles had chosen his billet well. Culloden House was renowned for its hospitality. The Lord President was known to keep casks of claret in the main hall from which guests could literally help themselves by the ‘pailful’. The chairs surrounding the large oak table in the main dining hall at Culloden House had been specially designed with grooves into which poles could be inserted so that servants could carry drunken guests more easily to bed.

Captain Edmund Burt (an English military engineer), in his Letters from the North of Scotland, wrote that

It is the custom of that house, at the first visit or introduction, to take up your freedom by cracking his nut (as he terms it), that is, a cocoa-shell, which holds a pint, filled with champagne, or such other sort of wine as you shall choose. You may guess that few go away sober at any time; and for the greatest part of his guests, in that conclusion, they cannot go at all. A hogshead of fine claret was kept in the hall, so that guests or even passer-bys could refresh themselves with a pint of claret. As the company are disabled one after another, two servants, who are all the time in waiting, take up the invalids with short poles in the chairs as they sit (if not fallen down), and carry them to their beds, and still the hero holds out.

And in a pamphlet entitled Memoirs of the life of the late Right Honourable Duncan Forbes, Esq; of Culloden; Lord-President of the Court of Session of Scotland, published some years after his death, the author states: ‘He and his elder brother whose generosity was as extensive as his genius, obtained the designation of being the greatest bouzers [sic], i.e. the most plentiful drinkers in the North.’2

While the Young Pretender was presiding over what proved to be the last gathering of his loyal officers, the Duke of Cumberland camped only eight miles away in Dalcross Castle, had settled down to a more modest dinner to celebrate his 25th birthday. The rotund Cumberland, who had the bulging eyes of his Hanoverian ancestors, was not a man easily given to frivolity. Nevertheless he had ordered four gallons of brandy, plus a ‘Sufficient quantity of Biscuit and Cheese’ for every man, to be distributed to each battalion as part of his 15 April birthday celebrations. A strict disciplinarian, Cumberland ordered his officers to ensure that there was no drunkenness.

Lord George Murray, aware of the fact that the Hanoverian army would be joining in the duke’s birthday celebrations, suggested to Prince Charles that they should mount a night attack on the enemy encampment at Nairn, believing he’d catch the Redcoats drunkenly napping. ‘This is Cumberland’s birth day, they’l all be as drunk as beggers,’3 he reportedly said. Bonnie Prince Charlie was enthusiastic about this plan and it was agreed that the Jacobite army would set off at dusk the following evening. In the meantime, Charles insisted that news of the proposed night attack should remain a closely guarded secret to ensure that Cumberland was caught off guard.

Buoyed by this inspired idea and convinced that the night attack would lead to his ultimate victory, Prince Charles was in great spirits as he took his seat at the head of Duncan Forbes’ table in the main dining hall at Culloden House. Nothing was allowed to dent his optimism. As the night wore on and the prince’s confidence soared in line with his consumption of claret, he became more and more garrulous. When one of his officers suggested that they might be wise to designate a place of rendezvous in the event of a defeat, the prince quickly rebuked him, remarking ‘only those that are afraid can doubt my coming victory’.4

Gathered around the great dining table in Culloden House were the cream of the Jacobite leadership and clan chieftains including Lord George Murray, Lord James Drummond, Duke of Perth and his younger brother Lord John Drummond, as well as William Drummond, Viscount Strathallan, Lord Kilmarnock, Lord Balmerino, Lord Pitsligo, Lord Elcho and the many clan chiefs including: Glengarry, Clanranald, MacDonald of Keppoch, who had arrived that same day with 200 men, Chisholm, Maclean, Mclachlan, Mackintosh, Fraser, Farquharson, Lovat, Lochiel, McGillivray and Stewart of Ardshiel (who commanded the Appin Stewarts). They were joined by the officers of the Irish Picquets and some French commanders. These were men who were willing to risk everything to see Prince Charles’ father restored to the throne. They knew that victory for Bonnie Prince Charlie would see their fortunes soar. Supporters of the Hanoverian King George II would surely flee the country and their castles, mansions, land and estates would be handed out to loyal Jacobite supporters by a grateful monarch restored to his kingdom.

But they also knew the penalty for defeat. They realised that their own homes and estates would be forfeit and they would most probably end their days on the scaffold. They were gamblers playing for the highest possible stakes, and with a decisive and potentially final battle against the Hanoverian army imminent they were determined, in a mood of soaring confidence, to enjoy the lavish food and wine on offer. The grand oak dining table in the great hall at Culloden House was crowded with crystal glasses, silver cutlery and white porcelain crockery emblazoned with the coat of arms of the lord president. Delicately embroidered lace table-mats from Forbes’ renowned collection had been carefully placed in front of each of the guests. It was truly a setting fit for a prince.

As they chatted effusively about the prospects of defeating the Hanoverian army and reminisced over past exploits and victories, teams of servants supplied them with a magnificent feast which began with mussel brose, followed by a rack of lamb wi’ a skirlie crust, dished up with peppered turnip, potato and cabbage cakes. An intermediary course of Dunlop Cheddar with bannocks was followed by cream crowdie – a compote of berries macerated in whisky, with toasted oatmeal, heather honey and whipped cream.5 This extravagant banquet was washed down with copious servings of champagne and French claret from the absent lord president’s abundant cellar and numerous casks. Toast after toast was proclaimed by the various clan chiefs, praising ‘His Royal Highness The Prince Regent and his illustrious father the rightful King James VIII of Scotland and III of England.’ The feasting and drinking went on into the wee small hours, with ever-more extravagant boasts and discussions about the forthcoming Jacobite victory over the Duke of Cumberland and the certain restoration of the Stuarts to the throne of England, Scotland and Ireland.

Bonnie Prince Charlie’s sumptuous banquet contrasted sharply with the meagre fare dished out to his soldiers. That same day, he had ordered provisions to be brought from Inverness to feed his men, as they had eaten nothing for 24 hours. There was enough oatmeal stored in Inverness to have fed his army for a fortnight, but due to the incompetence of his quartermaster, none of it had arrived at Culloden. Only one biscuit per man could be distributed to the starving Highlanders. Lord George Murray blamed the lack of proper provisioning on John Hay of Restalrig, who had been given this task by the prince. But provisions and money were running dangerously low and the Jacobite soldiers were starving and disgruntled as they had been given neither adequate food nor pay for weeks. It was also seeding-time in Scotland and many of the prince’s disillusioned followers had deserted and slunk back to their farms and crofts to plant their spring crops. The Duke of Cumberland’s army meanwhile had been constantly well provisioned by the British Navy, which had followed them up the east coast of Scotland.

It was against this background that Charles and his officers arose early on the morning of Tuesday 15 April, perhaps suffering from little sleep and the excesses of a long, wine-fuelled night. The weather had taken a turn for the worse and a cold, rising wind was driving rain and sleet across the nearby Drummossie Moor, when news came that some scouts had spotted Redcoats on the move in the vicinity. Believing Cumberland’s entire Hanoverian army was now on the march and that the decisive battle they had all been anticipating was imminent, Charles and his commanders formed his men into two battle-lines facing east on the boggy moor. But as the day progressed and the evening sky darkened, it soon became clear that the scouts had been mistaken and that Cumberland’s men were not on the move from their camp at Nairn after all. And now the well-kept secret of the proposed night assault began to have unintended consequences, as several thousand starving Jacobite soldiers headed off towards Inverness in search of food and somewhere dry to sleep. Some even tore leaves off cabbages growing in farm fields in an attempt to quell their hunger pangs. The prince’s troops had no idea that they were about to be summoned at dusk to begin the eight-mile trek towards the slumbering Hanoverian army camp at Nairn.

Realising that his numbers had been seriously reduced, in panic Murray sent many of his officers to find the missing men, but it was an impossible task. Dismayed at this setback, Murray now had second thoughts about the night attack, but Prince Charles was adamant it must go ahead. The night march to Nairn must begin. Lord George briefed his officers on the plan, insisting that the much-diminished army should set off around nine o’clock and that the march had to be undertaken in ‘the profoundest silence’. In order to maintain an element of surprise on the slumbering enemy it was agreed that the Jacobite army would stay clear of the roads and instead traverse fields and moorland on their way to Nairn. Lord George told his officers that they were to ‘give no quarter to the Elector’s Troops, on any account what so ever’.6 Murray even instructed his officers on how their men should cut the guy-ropes of the enemy tents and stab and shoot with pistols anyone seen to be struggling within.

The much-depleted Jacobite army left Culloden in two columns as dusk fell on Tuesday 15 April. The front column was led by Murray and the second column by the prince himself and the Duke of Perth. The prince remained on foot throughout the night march. They left behind huge bonfires burning at Culloden to fool the Hanoverians into believing they were quietly encamped for the night. As they set off, Bonnie Prince Charlie walked up to Lord George and hugging him said: ‘Yu cant imagine, nor I cant express to yu how acknowledging I am of all the services yu have rendered me, but this will Crown all. You’l restore the King by it, you’l deliver our poor Country from Slevery, you’l have all the hon(ou)r & glory of it, it is your own work, it is yu imagined it, & be assured that the King nor I, will never forget it.’7 The prince walked alongside Murray for some time, neither of them speaking, before Charles stopped and said, ‘Well, God blesse yu. Il go and see if all follows.’8

The Jacobite army made slow progress over the heavy ground in the dark. When finally they were within two miles of the Hanoverian camp, it was already almost dawn and there were signs of Cumberland’s army beginning to stir. The English sentries could be heard calling to each other. The smell of roasting meat from the previous evening’s feast drifted across to the starving Jacobites, who had only been provided with a single biscuit to eat over the previous 48 hours. Murray’s fleet-footed Highlanders had made good progress on the night march, but the gap between Murray’s column and the one led by the prince had continued to widen, forcing Murray to stop several times to enable them to catch up. The delays had a fatal impact on the timing of the assault and Murray realised now that it was too late to achieve surprise. He sent back for permission from Prince Charles to abort the mission. But as dawn began to break, he grasped that he could no longer risk waiting for the prince’s answer and commanded his troops to wheel round and begin the long march back to Drummossie Moor.

It was around four a.m. when the prince got the news that Murray had aborted the intended night attack and had begun marching back to Culloden. Charles was appalled. He could not believe that Murray had disobeyed his express orders and began to suspect he had been betrayed. He ordered John Hay of Restalrig to ride with all possible haste to the front of the column and order Murray to resume the attack. He even commanded two Irish soldiers to keep a close watch on Murray and to shoot him if they caught him in any clear act of treachery. Reaching the front of the column, Restalrig told Murray that it was the prince’s explicit command that he should resume the agreed attack on the Hanoverian camp, but Murray, who blamed Restalrig for the fact that his troops were exhausted and starving and that this had clearly slowed their pace, chose to ignore him. Murray proceeded to organise the withdrawal back to Culloden. Furious at the snub from Murray, Restalrig rode flat out back to Prince Charles, telling him that Murray was blatantly refusing to obey His Royal Highness’s orders. The exasperated prince, seeing some officers from the Duke of Perth’s battalion, angrily demanded to know what had gone wrong and why the assault had not taken place; he was heard to shout, ‘Where the devil are the men a-going?’ When an officer explained that they had been ordered to return to Culloden by the Duke of Perth, the prince shouted, ‘Where is the Duke of Perth? Call him here!’

Soon the Duke of Perth himself arrived and informed Bonnie Prince Charlie that Lord George had aborted the night assault and wheeled his column around ‘more than three quarters of an hour agoe’. ‘Good God,’ the prince was heard to yell. ‘What can be the matter? What does he mean? We were equal in number and would have blown them to the devil. Pray, Perth, can’t you call them back yet? Perhaps he is not gone far yet.’9 But the Duke of Perth explained that it was too late to reverse the decision. Restalrig pled with the prince to take a horse and ride to the front of the column where he could confront Murray in person. The prince set off at speed, soon bumping into Murray and his retreating troops. The fuming prince was heard to shout at Murray, ‘I am betrayed,’ which must have been deeply hurtful to one of his most loyal and dedicated commanders. But it was now too late to overturn the decree.

As dawn broke, Murray and his Atholl Brigade arrived back at Culloden House, sullen, perplexed and worn out. It was around six a.m. Prince Charles arrived shortly afterwards. By the time the starving Jacobite soldiers, half dead with fatigue, reached the lord president’s house, they began to disperse, many heading to Inverness to forage for food, while most of the others who had participated in the abortive night march collapsed asleep on the lawns and grassy banks surrounding the mansion. The tide had turned and with it, the sudden realisation that the Jacobite army, starving and exhausted after their futile night march, could face the might of the Hanoverian army within a matter of hours in a full-scale pitched battle. It was the first time that the normally confident prince began to fear defeat. He could hear the grumblings and protests of his dispirited men and this further depressed him.

But even now he failed to hold a war council to decide what action to take. Instead he ordered officers from each of his regiments to go into Inverness to buy or commandeer supplies of food for the troops, telling them to threaten to destroy the town if anyone refused to hand over provisions. As he was doing so, the Marquis d’Eguilles, French ambassador at the court of Prince Charles, asked for an audience with the prince and kneeling before him, begged him not to fight a battle that day, but rather to retreat to Inverness or further into the Highlands, where the Jacobite troops could be fed, rested and reinforced before facing the might of the Hanoverian army. But the Young Pretender, his judgement certainly now clouded by exhaustion, would not listen to reason. H


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