Dear Diary,
I was feeling chubby last night. Looked in the mirror and saw the face and thought it didn't look too skinny. Kinda like what I feel when I look at your fat a**. Try mixing in some word salad with vinaigrette from time to time f***face. But back to my non skinny face. It's not a bad thing. I've forgotten how big the face was. Can't picture it. I'm now used to looking at this still chubby face and I'm not satisfied. Kinda like your parents had to be with you. I'm sure they had big dreams for you. Maybe to be a dictionary or even a porno mag, but a diary? They had to be so disappointed. But I'm not. Not complacent either. I'm still working to get where I want to be. Still working my plan. Even though the first 30 days are up I'm still doing my best to eat right. Exercise is the rule and not the exception. I ate right and avoided junk food yesterday. I rode another 20 miles on the bike with the EBG last night. I feel like I'm on the right track. And if I keep this up I'll have to buy a new belt soon. I only have one hole left on this one. I could probably reach the last one, but my pants are already bunching up at the top as it is. I'll just use that old belt to beat the s**t out of you. Kinda like my old stepfather used to do to me. A**hole. No Diary. Not you. Him. Actually, you too.
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