Okay so if I walk past this mirror one more time and see the protrusion that has manifested itself as my stomach I'm going to just die. I mean it doesn't help that I had a plate of spaghetti and a bowl of ice cream for dinner and I'm sure that has everything to do with my stomach looking like a human grenade. If I keep this up all of the weight that I recently lost (thanks to the help of phentermine) will soon come right back to me. I know one thing, I need to make an appointment to meet with my doctor and try to convince her to prescribe the phentermine to me so I don't have to pay so much for the damn prescription as opposed to when I go see the weigtht loss doctor. Why can't have the courage to go on one of those damn reality shows and exploit myself for insane amounts of money per episode so I can lose Octomom weight. I understand the lady has like 29 kids, but everybody was all like when you run after the kid all day the weight will fall off. Well I don't know about you but when my kid was born she slept for like the first 3 months of her life damn near. And, now that she is four she does all the running because I just pretend like I'm chasing her and I really am changing the channels.Then when I do try to play with her she wants to watch SpongeBob.
So, I'm gonna start going to a personal trainer twice a week and see how that works for me. The only problem I forsee is that they don't make a patch to help you stay off the sweets like they do the nicotine. I need help before the joke is "how many stomachs does it take to screw in a lightbulb".
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