Too much fat pillowed inside your flesh.
Too many books hoarded past their orginal desire, lapping up dust.
Too many promises to care for yourself unfulfilled.
Too many trappings and not enough freedom.
Look at you. You're a potted plant. Mid thirties, close to three hundred pounds, and not a dream in your head.
No more. 143 days. This project starts now.
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