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6.23.2005 Weight: 293Ain't that special? And I'm on metformin, been walking every night for the last week or so, haven't been chowing down on calorie-laden foods or aught, and I'm still swollen as a toad. I honestly don't know what my body wants anymore. I just don't have the time to do strict Atkins -- it means I have to cook, and after I come home from the hellhole every day cooking is the last fucking thing I ever want to do (collapsing in a pile and crying is the first thing I want to do, oddly enough. I have got to find another job. . .). So apparently I don't eat enough as a result, and my body thinks its in famine mode and clings to every molecule of nutrition it can. It's the only explanation. Fuck it all. And I want to go back to dance class, but I DON'T want to do it at 8:30 PM in freaking Euless and have it run to 10:00 PM. That's just stupid. Maybe it's time to see if I can find a dance troupe in Plano, much as I love Isis and the Star Dancers. |
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