I kinda feel like I'm showing off now. I've got another day of loss under my belt. I hit a new low, which has me high. No not that kind of high dumb**. I don't do that stuff. Crack is wack as Whitney would say. She'd probably tell me that crack is a way to lose weight faster, but the reality is its not sustainable. After I lost my job and my family from being a crackhead, I wouldn't be able to afford anymore of the wonderful weight loss supplement that is crack. I guess I just wouldn't listen to her advice. I'd end up in Heartbreak Hotel. She would also say I'm every woman, but I don't agree with that either. I'm all the man I need. Its not right, but its okay. She's gonna say it anyway. But who cares? I'm high on life right now. I'm feeling good and the only one that could f*** up my grind is me. Maybe Bobby Brown too. He's always f***ing something up. Its his prerogative. Oh well. My H.A.M. time is working out wonderfully. I'm eating well and staying active, even if I didn't make it to the bike the last 2 nights. I was working at the church last night putting together chairs. I was moving. Huh? No grooving. Yes, I wanna dance with somebody (who loves me), but feeling that heat in church just wouldn't be right. Plus I'd have to hold in the little belly I have left to make sure no one thought I was Buddha. After a while I'd exhale (shoop, shoop)...No, not weed smoke dammit! I told you I don't do that stuff. You know what I hate? You. You know what is the greatest love of all? Endorphins. I'm in a better mood and smiling much more of the time now. I feel it. My face is starting to hurt. But in a good way. And I can thank you for it buddy. Well at least part. You're not pedaling or eating better or doing any of the hard work, but I believe in you and me. Every little step I take, you will be there. And you know what? I'm saving all my hate for you. Huh? Yeah. I know. Thats not how the song goes. F*** you.
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