September 2: I'm sick. Sure, my weight's up a third of a pound, but i cannot care. I'm still on track.
Head cold. Couldn't sleep. I have to catch my breath every so often. I'm filled with grossness.
I hate this.
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If it's any consolation, you may think that third of a pound is fat, but it's snot.
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