I'm going to beat this thing. Every night when I go to bed, I'll declare a small victory. There is no big happy ending for us cysters. We fight this war every single day of our lives. We just have to take it one small victory at a time.

That "after" picture ain't gonna take itself. I've gotta work my butt off, literally, to make my "before" picture a thing of the past. I can suck down all the "Slim Fast" cans and "Healthy Choice" dinners I want,...

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This whole "hormones are out of whack" thing is great. You can chock anything up to hormones. It drives guys crazy. They think it's only reserved for pregnant women. We cysters with the dread broken ovaries are entitled to the "hormones!" excuse too. Like the other night. Danny wouldn't put out because "I'm tired." I swear, if he ever says "I have a headache" he's a dead man. So anyway, it got me in a crappy mindset about how broken my reproductive system...

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Seems when most fat girls need a little retail therapy, they head off on a mission to find cute shoes. Expensive ones. The kind you have to build an outfit around, instead of finding shoes to match an outfit. Strappy, stiletto, peep-toe, kitten heel, wedge, ballet flats, floral prints, Doc Martens combat boots... You don't have to look in the mirror to know they feel good. They aren't like jeans, where you feel guilty moving up a size. You don't have to worry about the cut of the back pockets making...

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