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The Future is Now is the Past

What if you pressed fast forward on your dvd, and you saw it squizzle by at high speed for a while, and you pressed play again, and you saw the exact same things happening on screen as were happening before you even pressed fast forward?

WELCOME BACK TO THIS BLOG.

First off, I don't even remember creating this blogger account, but I came here to make one and saw that it instantly logged into my old one.  Hmmm, that's strange.  What did I post?

OH!  JUST THE SAME THING I COULD POST RIGHT NOW, EXCEPT IM LIKE THIRTY POUNDS HEAVIER.

Okay, so let's start over.

I'm going to start detailing what I eat (accountability), make up characters to match the food I ate, and post as that person (comedy? tragedy?), and photograph the food (art! just kidding. just self torture). Maybe having it seem more fun/silly will keep me interested, and on the off chance any of this works or makes me sick, I will have dutifully logged my food intake, so I can recount it tearfully to doctors or bark it braggadociously to all of the interwebs and market some lame SECRET WEIGHT LOSS TIPS THEY DIDNT WANT US TO KNOW ABOUT money making ponzi scheme so that I can become independently wealthy.

What is life.

I wish I could just be happy with having gotten so fat.  But alas, I also have a lot of digestive problems, so fuck that.

Here we go.  Gonna try to start in the morning.


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