Dear Diary,
So today I had the recently forgotten feeling of anticipation when I hit the scale. Its not like I haven't been weighing in lately, but it was usually with a feeling of dread. I knew I wasn't doing much to get me where I wanted to be, but I had to check anyway. When I got on this morning I had expectations. And why the f*** shouldn't I have had them? I rode the bike 30 miles last night in two hours while watching Dexter and the boys from SAMCRO. I ate decent yesterday. Avoided cake that was calling my name. Huh? You've never heard of a talking cake? Well, who the f*** has heard of a talking diary? Hello!! Why aren't you saying anything a**hole? Oh s**t...
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