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This blog is to help me keep a log of my improvements. Tuesday, October 07, 2008. I had to take a major piss and I was in the longest line. Friday, April 04, 2008.
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I live a busy lifestyle and am finding it hard to be really healthy and fit. Heres an account of my personal journey to get in the best shape and health of my life. I wish I liked fresh fruit more. View my complete profile. In Pusuit of Health and Fitness. Thursday, December 27, 2007. Well, after a few days in California with my girlfriend and her family, Im back in the PNW. Sushi, roasted squash soup and veggie stuffing - all reasonably healthy stuff. This book is fantastic and the writing is just.CONTENT
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