Have you ever tried to go on a diet?
Well then, you know how difficult,
that can be. You know you have to
be strict with yourself, because you'll
long for everything you see. For some
unknown reason, whatever you look at,
looks delicious to you now. Even foods,
that never tempted you before. Now, if
you could have just a teeny little taste,
you'd ask for nothing more. The
question is, who do you think you're
fooling? There's no way, you'll be able
to hold out. So stop feeling quilty.
Who cares, if you happen to be, just a
a little bit, stout?
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