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we must we must we must improve
2003-10-05 | 11:39 p.m. If I want to write about my weight, I'm going to write about my weight. It's up to you whether you freak out or not. I feel like shit. I can't kick this cold, and now it's spawned into a brutal respiratory infection and more. Fuck you, vitamin C tablets, thanks for a joorb well done. I'm tired of fighting with everyone in my fucking house. Tomorrow I'm gonna get some of the low-carb UV vodka and get blitzed, I think. The last two weekends were awesmore and I am not ashamed to thank beer for that. I also have only one dance class tomorrow. Today I ate chicken minus the shake n bake, 2 mini potatoes (hey man, I'm supposed to write down everything, no matter how small), 1/2 cup of frozen yogurt and a cup of salad with a tablespoon of nonfat Caesar on the side. That feels like a lot more than it looks like. I read something that inspired me yesterday, just a silly little quote: "The dancer's body is simply the luminous manifestation of the soul." That quote explains my "strange" eating better than I ever can. I'm not dieting. It's not A DIET. It's MY diet, THE diet, it's the way I eat. My body is not a reflection of what I eat right now. I don't look like a girl that records everything that goes into her mouth. My body is my tool if I'm going to succeed at what my soul is telling me to do. If that sounds too New Agey for you, you can sit on a tack, jackass. I suddenly got tired of talking about this. Oh but rest assured, there will be more on the topic later. Today I watched two movies and got called lazy because of it. I need a fucking break before I set my family on fire. I think I'ma work some of these frustrations out tomorrow. I don't have to teach in the afternoon, so I can kill some time with Marissa and the funky bunch. However avoiding fast food will be difficult, because whenever we have free time food always seems to be involved. I should hurry up and get my tongue web pierced. I really want that. Okay, so that's my entry. -S
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