December 17, Day 285, 232.8 lbs, 37.5% bf

Dear Diary,

I'm not blind to the fact that I f*** up quite often. I mess up the progress of weeks in minutes. Hell even Stevie Wonder could see that my weight is Creepin.' Wrote a song about it. Wanna hear it? Here it go...

Hit play, then sing along...

I can hear you sighin'
Yes I ate that whole pie and?
Why must it be
That I always eat...
S**t I don't need

At a lunch we're sittin'
Laughin', talkin' s**t and
Why must it be
That I always eat...
S**t I don't need
I don't need

When I go out to eat babaa
I feel those moments of ecstasy
Candies, cakes and treats babaa...
I wonder if I'm eating
in your dreams
Or could it be I eat all night
 in my fantasy

Oh, steak is so amazing
Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah...
Wanna taste your filet
Don't let it be
That I always eat...
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I don't need

When I'm sleep at night babaa
I dream of all the bulls**t that I ate
When you sleep at night babaa...
I wonder if I'm creeping
up in weight
It has to be that I

put too much on my dinner plate

Oh, weight is creeping' slowly
Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah...
Looks like a roly poly'
I can't let this be
That I alway eat...
S**t I don't need
I don't need

I don't need

I don't need

I don't need

I don't need

I don't need

I don't need

I don't need