The war against pudge
When I was 16 and graduated from high school, I was a bit of a pudge. See above.
A couple of years later, I went on my own version of a low carb diet. Results above.
I don't think I ate another carb for ten years. Then one day I had an ice cream cone. It was all over.
Much, much, much later--many pounds later-- I sent for Nutrisystem. Actually, I did it yesterday. The march toward sylphdom has begun.
The food sounds absolutely vile, by the way.
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That is such a nice picture of you.
Wow, that second picture is just gorgeous! I mean the artistry of it. Although you're very pretty, too.
I hope you understand what I'm trying to say around the foot permanently stuck in my mouth.
Thanks, ladies. The second picture was taken by a professional theatrical photographer. I'm not sure I looked like that on my best days.
You sure wouldn't recognize me now.
It makes you look like Grace Kelly.
rowrrrrrrrrr ....
I really like that picture.
The picture is indeed a stunner. As for the carb... carb... carb.. aha, got it: carburetor?
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