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weigh day was today... I lost 5 more pounds. Puts me at a pretty good pace. Especially now since I'm working out more. The boyfriend came home. He's getting worried. Watches me constantly. But as long as I take my eggo before work, he doens't bitch. Little does he know i feed it to the dog down the street. Energy is impossible to muster anymore. But I manage. I just wanna sleep all day long. I'm starting to worry. But there's no way in hell I'm checking myself into a rehab place. I refuse to! It'll kill me....