
Each time I look at those two numbers, four and two, and trying not to read it backwards, I want to just faint! The fat I carry is ALMOST HALF of me! This is scary! I need to be at least 22% of just fat. I will get to that one day. One day!
But dammit! The Fried Ice Cream is calling my name again!
He is so evil to me! And I have about ten more ice cream balls to fry. Lord, let me just have one tonight and I will watch what I eat next week?
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