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Mar 19, 2009 23:53

i'm starting to think that maybe being a fatty isn't all that bad. my mom is probably more active than she's ever been and she got cancer. her sister is the healthiest one in the family and she had a stroke last week at 49. all the unhealthy lazy people on my dad's side of the family are just fine. maybe it's more important to enjoy the calorie-filled pleasures in life than exercise.

i know that's not really the case. i'm trying to lose 2 lbs for the 3rd week in a row. i know that my stomach aches for the last 2 weekends have helped, so i am also trying to drop 2 lbs without throwing up for a week straight. its hard to do that in the middle of sxsw with cheap pizza and beer lurking around every corner. but i am going to krav tomorrow and i'll pay attention to what i eat the rest of the weekend. i've been leading a sober existence for awhile now, there's no real need to get hammered anytime soon.

i think i'm going to take a trip to houston by myself - go to jessica's engagement party, visit annette & baby austin, visit my aunt christine, stay in a hotel alone. i might be too comfortable by myself but i am constantly craving me time. everyone else's schedules and opinions and feelings just really seem to get in the way of my satisfaction.
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