I ate a 3 Musketeers for breakfast today.
If that's not an obvious sign that this isn't going as planned, I don't know what is.
And all I want is a Coke, not diet, a real Coke.
Sure, I'm down 6 lbs., but it's been over a month and I should have been down more. My 40-lbs-by-July goal is slowly (but surely) slipping away.
Why can't I do this people?! Why must food be so good?
I'm hoping this new business venture that revolves around fashion will motivate me out of this funk. These hips are really cramping my style.
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