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Perils of attempting to lose weight

Every time I hit a small goal I get happy.

Usually, that’s eventually squashed by the hard realization that nothing really has changed.

Still have a gut that gets too dry in the winter AND ITCHES LIKE FUCKING HELL. Still have atrocious moobs that are nothing but peach mountains for rings of graying hair.

One would think that realization would be a driving force to get out and push harder. Instead, it kicks me back down the ladder. Back to a sense of hopelessness and back to a feeling that I’ll never escape.

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