Its amazing what a difference a day makes. Thats why it pays not to get too caught up in the headlines. No. A**shole. Nobody is writing anything about me. Ok. Well I can't do anything about the s**t on the bathroom wall so shut the f*** up. I'm just saying. I saw some friends I hadn't seen in a while and they said I was looking great. I got all happy, but kept saying that I had much more work to do. I didn't really buy into the hype, but it is great that someone noticed and cared enough to say so. Especially since I hadn't seen them in 3 months so they couldn't see the slow gradual change that I've been tortured by. I guess tortured is the wrong word. Most of the time I don't notice the change. I still look fat to me. But my clothes fit different and so I know there has been a change. Physically and mentally. I caught a glimpse of a better looking belly the other day, but now I see no sign of that. Just the chubby thing I've known for the last decade. I know its better, but I guess I'm still not satisfied, which is a good thing, because I'm not done. But I am done with you...
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