it's the end of April 2017. I've put on weight again. My fault. entirely. I ate the food. I drank the wine. I lived.
I wish I weighed less. But you can't have both - eating and drinking with friends and those you love - and stay thin. Unless you are vomiting it up. And that ain't gonna happen. So it means I'm just going to have to be good again. And exercise.
Monday, April 24, 2017
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