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My journey to living a more healthy lifestyle, losing weight and learning to love myself again. Lunch-Bumblebee fat free tuna with crackers. Friday, August 26, 2011.
Follow my journey as I create a more beautiful life for myself and achieve my weight loss goals once and for all. Sunday, June 27, 2010. It was wonderful to see the 170s winking back at me from the scale this morning. Oh, in one case, I .
Thursday, November 14, 2013. Looking for love in all the wrong places. What motivates you, or me or anyone for that matter. It is different for everyone right? I am not just imagining it right? Motivation is like a that firefly you just cannot seem to catch. You would think cancer would be a motivator. Hell I lost 40 lbs during the whole thing. What a kick start right. I guess I have eaten a bit better. But exercise has been completely absent. Monday, August 22, 2011. Doc says that the p.
Wednesday, May 21, 2014. Okay, hear me out. I guess the thing is, that I never really wanted a weight-loss blog. not in so many words, anyway. for, like, a really long time. Suffice it to say, I did not suddenly get skinny in that time. I am down about 40 pounds from the very first day I started this blog, but.
A journey from thick to thin. Please wait a few minutes and refresh this page. Posted by iwanttodothat on January 1, 2012.
The journey of a loss of pounds begins with one less bite Mother Hubbard. Thursday, May 28, 2009. Back In The Saddle! No Horse . Ha Ha! So life is good.
A 300 Pound Journey to Being Free. Wednesday, July 8, 2015. If you have to, look up images of things that weigh a pound. Okay guys, my laptop is somewhere in the middle of the country, on its way to getting a new fan, and a new shell. Posting on my phone is a pain in the butt. See you next week! Tuesday, June 30, 2015.
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Thursday, July 8, 2010. Days 9, 10, 11, 12 and 13. Turns out Im still not great at blogging everyday. But so far Ive chosen to not be. Meh, I still going to plan on doing it everyday, and working towards that end, but its not nearly as important to me as exercising every day. I strive now to be about light and truth. Victimization, and immaturely romanticized drama. I strive now to be about success, self-accountability, and moderation. Days 9, 10, 11, 12, and 13. Well, let me just say this. I am work.CONTENT
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Thursday, February 18, 2010. Time to Start the Garden. No wonder no one wants to eat their vegetables. Making and Canning Cranberry Sauce.
Even the people who have theorized about the stages of grief never meant for them to be used this way, but this is how they get used by people who are grieving, and professionals who should know better.
By Kate Finn and Rick Weiss. May 9, 10, 15, 16. Portland Metro Arts Center 9003 SE Stark. To see Matinee menu click here. To see Dinner menu click here.
The Multifandom Stages of Love Challenge. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions. Weiss Kreuz, Schwarz, G.
Ldquo;Morre lentamente quem não viaja, quem não lê, quem não ouve música, quem não encontra graça em si mesmo. Ces que nao tao sabendo po. Tenho medo de perder você. É como se mil pessoas se importassem com você, menos uma. E de alguma forma, era a única que você necessitava que se importasse. Dói ver gente que você nunca achou que ia ficar longe, sair de perto por causa de uma saia curta, ou de uma calça apertada.