I’m disgusting! Lying on my back I smack my stomach. It rolls like the sea. Ok. Time to take control. No more giant bowls of creamy pasta. It’s lettuce and tomatoes for me. Food without weight. And exercise too. But not today. No. I don’t have the energy. I need a cigarette. 

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