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My trainer told me that for nationals I have to classify for the 63 kilos weight class. I have to start eating really healthy so all the junk food I must pass. All the junk food calling my name. You know you want to eat me they proclaim. I stare at the food wanting it like a small child wants a toy their face pressed up against the glass.
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Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC
junk food
My trainer told me that for nationals I have to classify for the 63 kilos weight class. I have to start eating really healthy so all the junk food I must pass. All the junk food calling my name. You know you want to eat me they proclaim. I stare at the food wanting it like a small child wants a toy their face pressed up against the glass.
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Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC
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