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If you want to know how it all began, click HERE for the FIRST entry. At the top of each post you can click "NEXT ENTRY" and so on. It might make a bit more sense that way, and you might stumble upon one of my better postings in case this one sorta just sucks! CLICK HERE for a RANDOM ENTRY. 2001-08-15 - 3:16 p.m. In the beginning... Day Zero: 212 pounds, more than I weighed over 14 years ago when I gave birth to twins. I am at my all time life high (in weight, not mood). IbeFat. IbeShort. At 5'0" i show every pound, i show every ounce. My fingers are fat. My hands turn red when i walk, and they are puffy. My knees scream out in pain. My ankles crack. Forget about my back! Shit, i wear a woman's 5 1/2 or a a child's size 4, so there is a LOT of pounds per square inch happening. Exercise gives me hives. Diet makes me shake (so does caffiene, but I drink it anyway). I have joined a health club. I take a glucosamine/condroitin cocktail every day. I am going to buy Xenadrine (I think). I am going to lose weight. I will either die trying, or die failing. Either way ~shrug~ does anyone care? (5:44 P.M.) (7:50 P.M.)
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