Yes I've finally decided it's time to get this gut under control and lose a few pounds. A few meaning I need to lose about 50-60lbs but let's not get carried away. Right now I'm aiming at 20. That's realistic. I can live with that. I just don't want my stomach entering the room before the rest of me anymore. I mean, isn't that what boobs are for? What's the point in having a lovely post-cancer-surgically-altered rack if my expanding waistline gets all the attention?
I also just hate fat woman clothes. They are so 1978. Actually that's considered retro now so let's say they're so 1987.
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And a fine rack it is.
I hate to lure you to my house with food, but I made some kick ass carnitas for the fiesta this weekend. MMMMMMMMMMM. Pork.
I'm going to try to make it - Ruth isn't coming which is a big bummer.
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