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9 weeks? i'm counting 12. plenty of time.

you want to tell strangers they need to lose weight? good luck with that!

i will be outside in my carport with a glass of champagne listening to the automatic weapons fire in Flint. soundslike a war zone out there.

ya know? this actually sounds tasty to me. if i only had to cook for myself it's close to what i would have.

i've lost 74 pounds from my heaviest. i have been going to the gym six days a week for four months. for one freakin' week i am eating and drinking what i darn well please. not going totally crazy, but what i want. it won't kill me and i will restart on the first.

you want to lose 11 pounds a week? it might be possible, but it's not recommended.

i'm a widow but i still wear my rings.

yep! been there, done that, earned the frequent flyer miles.

saving a cache? "it's a good thing."

flint, michigan here. i feel safe in my neighborhood but i am careful, especially at night. i am always legally armed. one more murder and we will have equaled our homicide record of 2010.

margaritas! lots and lots of margaritas!

did you find one yesterday so you could get a 12/12/12 souvenir?

have you tried buying some Ensure high protein drinks? they were one of the few things my husband was able to have when he had chemo.

i lift before i do any cardio. seems to work better for me. kinda rough to strength train when i'm fatigued from cardio.

i live with my 88 year old mother and my 86 year old father. just got my mom an ipad for christmas. that keeps her busy for hours.

my home back.

my brother and his wife kept one of their dead cats in the freezer until the ground thawed enough in the spring so they could bury it at my parent's house.

the last female friend my late husband had became his mistress. needless to say, i'm not a big fan of it.

it can be beaten. i was diagnosed in january and have gone from 1000 mgs. of metformin twice a day to none.

funny. at my gym it's the guys who are always looking in the mirrors and using their phones.

still dodging bullets in flint, michigan.

every christmas when i was a kid my grandmother used to give us homemade fruitcake made with spice gumdrops instead of the fruit. lordy, that stuff was awful. we had to pretend we liked it so we wouldn't hurt her feelings.

whenever someone would ask me when i was due i would look them in the eye and say, "i'm not pregnant, i'm fat." that always made them feel stupid.

night shift security guard in a library.

i would stay home. we used to go to his children's on christmas eve and i was always hated it. it was an hour and a half drive away and my husband would get drunk and mean so i would drive home at two in the morning listening to him beef about everything on the way home. his kids got to the point that they weren't talking…

my late husband was a drinker with a temper but in the 25 years we were married he never insulted me about my weight.

i'm out the door to the gym as soon as i feed my dog in the morning.

margaritas.

well...our end of the world go to food, twinkies, are no longer being made. i guess we're screwed!

yeah, i've done that a couple of times. i just log it all and start fresh the next day. no one is perfect and it will happen. don't beat yourself up over it.