Dear Diary,
Thursday morning. First time in days that I haven't been running... Huh? I know haven't exercised a**hole. I'm not fronting. You didn't let me finish. I was trying to say running around all day and night long. I plan on hitting the gym this morning before checking out and making my way back to the family, the house and the scale. I'm not sure where I am, but I don't get the feeling I've lost anything. But today I get to control the food in front of me. I know the food was served buffet style here, but the sheer amount of it made me do my part to make sure we weren't wasting food. Don't think I went crazy, but that punk a** scale may think different. We'll see in the morning. Peace out f***er. Tell the scale I'm coming back and if he tells me something f***ed up, peace will literally be out. War will be in. And you know I don't fight fair.
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