I am doing things. At the risk of sounding like a Sussex Countian, I am getting it gone.
I am eating right. I am exercising.
I am tired of having to strain to reach my keyboard because my belly is lodged between me and my desk.
I am determined.
I am dieting, hear me roar!
Who am I kidding. I'd trade my first born for some mozzarella sticks and a twix bar.
I'm hungry. You would think I'd have enough fat stored up to last at least a week but it's been 3 days and all I can think about is food. Delicious, glorious, pre-packaged, over processed, makes a lot of noise when you open the wrapper food.
I make myself sick.
Sick and starving.
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