April 7, Day 31, 251.4 lbs

Dear Diary, 

At first I was afraid. I was petrified. Thinking I couldn't live with out food that was fried. But then I spent them 30 days without that fried food, cakes and beef. Though it was brief, I thought I'd bust you in your teeth. During that first week, without a taste, everyone could see me walking around with that sad look upon my face. I should have slapped you with your lock, I should have slashed you with your key, if I'd have known for just one second you'd be f***ing mocking me. Go on now go, walk out the door. Don't come around now. Sugar ain't welcome here no mo. Weren't you the one that tried to make me fat and stick around? Well I said, f*** off. Did you think I'd take your s**t laying down? Oh no not I. B***hes, I survived. With the right eating and some exercise I know I'll stay alive. I've got all my life to live and I've got so much s**t to give to you. Who? You! It took all the strength I had not to eat that crap, sometimes when I was hungry I had to take a nap. And I spent oh so many nights dreaming bout them punk a** cakes, I used to fiend, but now I bet my colons clean. Now you see me, weigh a little less, no matter how much weight I lose, I gotta say, I bet I'll never dress, in no muthaf***ing skinny jeans, cause that s**ts for women. Right diary you know what I meaaan! Go on now go, walk out the door. Don't come around now. B***h you ain't welcome here no mo. Weren't you the one that tried to give me diabetes? Well, uh f*** that. Nice meeting your nuts with my knees! Oh no not I. B***hes, I survived. If I go another 30 days I know I'm gonna thrive. I need to find a proper ending to this song, so... F*** that. No I don't. 

PS. What the f*** am I gonna do to top this one? 

PSS. Down 14 lbs since I started. Not bad.

PSSS. F*** you still. 

PSSST. TLO called me yesterday to see if I was celebrating with a burger. I told her hell no. There is nothing to celebrate.
PSSSS. Still don't get it diary? Press play and read this to the beat.