You can't tell me to...

I can't do a certain thing. No matter what you KNOW, THINK you know, or PERPETRATE knowing.

This is a battle I'm waging. Yeah, I'm gonna need the encouragement, wisdom and whatever else you can spit into my ear.

The first is encouragement. For a reason, it's the first in the line. I'll need that to keep up whatever it is I'm doing. Remember you're not the only voice in my head (including my own) telling me what to do and how to do it. If I get frustrated, kindly drop your two cents in: "you know, I did (blah, blah and blah) and look at me..." It's not gonna work when you discourage what I'm doin.

It'll only end with me sitting on the new Euro futon swallowing a rootbeer float and some 7-11 nachos (mmm, that sounds good right about now).

CCS clowns my trying to become a gym nazi. In nobody's world but my own, that's encouragement.

Sleezy tells me "every pound you've lost has found it's way to me!" While it's not a good thing to him, it certainly is to me. It means I'm doing SOMETHING RIGHT.

I was told I needed to treat myself every so often. I just don't think I've done that in the smallest moderation needed to see results.

People fail to realize NONE of them have been where I am. I had a doctor tell me I need to be 135 pounds smaller than I am. That would put me at about 200 pounds. That sounds good for him, but I'll be damned if I wanna look like Kobe Bryant's malnourished ass.

But still, it's depressing.

I wanna lose 65 lbs total from what I weigh today. Then, I'll be happy, finer den I am... lol... and able to jump up and down without my body moving in another direction.

Thanks for choosing Cinnabon.