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The Results (hopefully anyway)



I am under no delusions that this will be the last and final hurrah in my battle with weight. I’m not even mad at the self that got me this way. I can’t believe I made it through the past two years without losing it mentally again. I want to learn a way to cope, even through trauma like that, that will keep me healthy.

So by following the PLAN I will get:
-natural remedy for the slightly depressed results of lithium
-regain strong self-confidence
-talk out problems instead of eating emotions
-feel better each day
-end weight of 175 lbs.
-BMI of 24
-wear size 12ish
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  1. Greta from www.bigbottomblogger.blogspot.comJanuary 21, 2010 at 5:09 PM

    You are tall....like me. Taller, actually. Looks like good goals! You will do it! I am in a 14 right now.....12s would be so sweet! :)

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  2. Manon~January 31, 2010 at 1:27 PM

    I like (ish)....I use (ish). It shows commitment...with enough flexibility to know when you have done with it!

    BR.

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