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I’ve had enough. I’ll eat no more; my bloated waist is very sore and second helpings, not so wise when all my jeans have shrunk a size. I will not take another **** and lardy cakes, I’ll never start. No cocktail snacks will pass my lips, nor will I nibble cheesy dips. No more the joys of Sunday roast, instead it’s herbal tea and toast. I have this strong, profound belief I can live off a lettuce leaf. Resistance takes an iron will and abstinence a real skill. But sticky donuts do look fun, I think I’ll have another one. ~
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Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 2:33 AM UTC
After Christmas
I’ve had enough. I’ll eat no more; my bloated waist is very sore and second helpings, not so wise when all my jeans have shrunk a size. I will not take another **** and lardy cakes, I’ll never start. No cocktail snacks will pass my lips, nor will I nibble cheesy dips. No more the joys of Sunday roast, instead it’s herbal tea and toast. I have this strong, profound belief I can live off a lettuce leaf. Resistance takes an iron will and abstinence a real skill. But sticky donuts do look fun, I think I’ll have another one. ~
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Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 2:33 AM UTC
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