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I was diagnosed with what I like to call "the fat girls syndrome" this past November.



Since then, I have began to workout everyday and eat right. The stories in this section are about my breaking every "road to skinny girl" rule I made for myself and how I make up for it...



This is my outlet...



6/20



Working for a civic center's admin staff can be quite difficult. The long days of scheduling events, PR writing, non-profit related bullshit, and spinning around in a desk chair wondering why I'm wasting what's left of my youth in an office with no windows can be...taxing.



Today I had met my wits end. I'm done for the day. I told myself "You're going to leave this office right now. You're going to go run right now. You are not going to spend another minute wasting away in this office. Leave. Be free you wild and crazy kid!" I gathered my things and left the office with a sense of pride! I was in control! Work was no longer going to confine me to this office! I pulled my 3 large work bags over my shoulders and marched toward the exit door marked "Work-Free Heaven". Nothing could stand in my way. Then, things took a turn for the worst. My 13 and a half minutes of self-control went out the window...



Being a part of a civic center's staff has it's perks on occasion. Attending events for free, meeting musical acts and other fun things can happen for you if asked to stay later or to work an event. Today was not a good day for perks...



I was highly motivated. Unnaturally motivated if that makes any sense. Walking to the office door strapped with 30+ pounds of work documents and electronics had me jolted and full of adrenaline.



I placed my hand on the door handle and it hit me. A scent. A scent so beautiful and sultry I could cry. A scent I hadn't experienced in quite some time, fried carnival food.



Motherfuckers.



Work, you know I'm trying to be less of a fat ass. Why must you temp me so? GET BEHIND ME CARB SATAN! I couldn't pray away the fat this time...



I pulled out my cellphone and looked at myself in the reflection on the screen.



"Just. Leave. You don't need it. YOU.DON'T.NEED.THIS."



I...needed it.



I opened the door and lustfully floated on a cloud made of sin and scalding grease soaked corn dog fumes to the stand that held my regrettable treats.



Standing in front of concessions window I fought that miniature angel siting on my shoulder whispering that I should think of my health. I never thought I'd have an excuse to cuss out an angel...



...2 corndogs, 1 funnel cake, and a bag of popcorn later, I found myself kneeling over a toilet like a freshman at a frat party.



Is it too late to end on a YOLO?



You can shoot me for that one later...