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Flight Restrictions
and Weigh-in #10


To the Net Weight it May Concern:

Due to current flight restrictions we need to cut ties with at least 20 pounds. The following pounds listed below will be dismissed effective immediately. To the remaining 32 pounds, consider this your eviction notice. You can either leave voluntarily right away, or be forcibly removed within the upcoming months.

Pounds 222.6-217 The FURLOUGH pounds. You told me it was cheaper to eat crap. You made me feel guilty for not eating treats from the people helping my family. You whispered I failed when we couldn't buy Christmas. I've got news for you: you were wrong. We're STRONGER, more hopeful, and happier. You have no right to squat on the edge of my consciousness anymore. There's no such thing as squatters' rights in psychological warfare.

Pounds 216-211 The MOURNING pounds. You made life livable without spending months in bed. You paid for my inability to talk through the HELL I was going through. You aren't so many, and I am actually grateful to you. You could have taken advantage of my weakness and grown exponentially. If you hadn't been there something worse might have happened. Unfortunately, this blog has rendered you obsolete. Be well, and don't visit again. Don't call. I'm changing addresses.

Pounds 210-202 The LITHIUM pounds. You told me that your chemistry made it impossible to lose weight. You are excused without further argument.

All monetary support, any housing support is hereby terminated. There will be no clothes, no food, no room for you. I have no mercy.

Regards,
JBS
*photo by The One O'clock Documentary*
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  1. EllenMarch 14, 2010 at 8:09 AM

    You sure did tell those pounds a thing or two! Great post. I love your determination!

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  2. BEEMarch 14, 2010 at 9:23 AM

    great poost
    you tell those pounds
    :-)

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  3. My Lipstick LifeMarch 14, 2010 at 4:40 PM

    Thanks for sharing your story about how they came on and now, how they are coming off! Inspirational!

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  4. JourneyBeyondSurvivalMarch 14, 2010 at 4:41 PM

    @Weighting Around- Do you think I'm scaring them?

    @BEE- Oh, I will! I didn't know I was so mad at those pounds...

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  5. Kelly Scotti, CHHC, RYTMarch 14, 2010 at 7:29 PM

    Nicely said...I wish I could be so eloquent :)

    I love reading your blog...thanks for making me smile.

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  6. AnonymousMarch 15, 2010 at 1:46 PM

    Only very recently found your blog and I love this post ! What a great way to talk to those pounds..

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  7. MichelleMarch 15, 2010 at 2:29 PM

    I'm amazed by you my dear blogger friend.

    Where you get the strength to lose weight while going through what you are going through....I just don't know how you do it.

    Today, I'm praying for your daughter...and that someone will find a cure for Retts.

    Keep up the great work!

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  8. TrinaMarch 15, 2010 at 10:58 PM

    KICK THOSE POUNDS TO THE CURB!

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  9. AnonymousMarch 17, 2010 at 2:41 PM

    You are so strong. I love you!

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