Dear Diary,
I'm glad to be in the 230's, don't get me wrong. I'm just tired of being on the wrong end of it. There's been a couple of points where I thought I was ready to hit 235, but nooo. I feel like I'm running in place. Huh? Yeah, that's funny. At least I'm running. Whatever b***h. It just feels like I'm at the end of what my body wants to do, but I'm not sure.
My minds telling me no, but my body, my body is telling me yes. Now I don't wanna hurt my belly, but theres something that I must confess... I do not give a f***, what my f***in belly wants. I do not give a f***.
See it thinks it knows what it wants, but I know what it needs, so I'm gonna shrink this f***in belly. I'm not fooling around with you, belly this time its true, and you are gonna eat healthy. See you need someone, someone like me to give you the exercise, and food you need.
Now I don't see nothing wrong, with a burger and some fries, but they will go to your thighs. Yes there is something wrong, if you're eating that s**t all the time, cause you will go up in size.
Now I don't see nothing wrong, with a burger and some fries, but they will go to your thighs. Yes there is something wrong, if you're eating that s**t all the time, cause you will go up in size.
And I don't want to so go f*** yourself belly.
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