Dear Diary,
What's up b***h? You missed me huh? Can't say I've missed you. Huh? Yeah funny. Can't say I've missed any meals either. Touché. I can say that I've missed a lot of exercising and it's caught up with me. I've gained back a bunch of weight. The one positive thing I can say is that I think I'm wearing the weight better this time around and I weigh less today than I did a year ago. And before you say it, I know that was two things you f***ing douche. At least at that point I was on the way down instead of going up like a damned hot air balloon. After multiple trips to Vegas and the holidays, I'm back to a place I never thought I'd be. I thought all of the good habits I created would protect me from a relapse. Nope. F***. So I'm back. Back to pick up where I left off. Back to trying to do things right. Back to trying to do things in writing since it worked so well the last time out. Back to your punk a**. You better f***ing deliver. Huh? No I don't want pizza you a**hole.
PS. I expect to go up tomorrow.
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