Anyhow, I put on a few more pounds and was just really uncomfortable going to the gym. Not physically, but mentally. I'd see the stares from people. OMG look at that morbidly obese chick in the yoga pants on that treadmill. It was like the voices inside my head would just SCREAM at me to leave. So I finally stopped going. But you know what? Screw all those people. I'm not there for THEM. I am there for me. And I cannot wait to get back and get this party started again.
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