Rachel wanted to have dinner. I just couldn’t do it, ah! I have to exercise, I have to move, I have to run, I have to... have to? I have to think of me, my struggle, for once. I haven’t substituted any food for cigarettes, which is good. Pat on the back. Pat pat. So, now I have to try and bump up my metabolism.
I’m going to hate being fat and forty, if I don’t.
And I think the angst that I’m feeling would be lessened if I pushed myself physically, used energy.
I’m sorry, I just can’t come out and play, I have addictions to break. See you in a year, ha, ha.
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