Cutest ending ever! My dog fears the treadmill. My dog fears the ceiling fan. Screw it, my dog fears. Do you think the stomach flu was your thigh flesh punishing you for the treadmill? Thigh flesh is pretty vindictive like that. I am also at my fat bottom. My step one is no more fast food. I'll make adjustments form there. Good luck to you!

P.S. I gather from your video and comments that you are not very pleased with your current appearance, but from a stranger/outsider view, you still look pretty and should have no problem getting a date to the prom. I'm certain the lovely Jessica would back me up on this.

Same thing happened to me. I recommend getting the spandex and wearing basketball shorts. Nobody will know. swingthecatblog.

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