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Monday, February 27, 2006
Get Up Out of That Fetal Position and Get Thee to a Treadmill ASAP! 

Ok, I've stopped crying, I've removed the pizza place from speed dial and I've put down the Ben and Jerry's ice cream - it's time to rebuild. I've put the treadmill that I bought for my birthday into heavy use. And I feel sweaty and good. I'm gonna be better, stronger, faster and most importantly hotter.

I remember when I broke up with Vidal Sassoon Bastard (If you didn't look good, he didn't look good. Yes, he was very superficial), I hit the bricks like I was training for a fight. Friends would tell me how they saw me jogging all over the city. But I tell ya, even though I weighed less than I did in high school and was much healthier, the best part was when I saw his brother after we broke up and his brother relayed the fact that I was looking good. Yes, him knowing that the woman who's spirit he broke, that the woman who developed an eating disorder after we broke up, (Though since, I've learned to never let a man make me doubt my "cute appeal" - lol) was looking good; and that felt good as hell.

Call it superficial revenge if you must, but ain't nothing better than seeing someone you used to date pick up their face off the ground when they see how good you look post break-up. What better revenge can there be after a break-up than looking better when you see them and thinking, "See you could'a been with this, now excuse me while I holla at ya man". Petty, whatever.

So my treadmil is my new best friend. Yeah I'll be healthier, I'll lose the grief weight I gained since my dad's death, but most importantly, I'll have my revenge (insert evil laughter here). Come spring my thighs will thank Dr. Love Bastard for being such a bastard.

So here's to thinner thighs, halter tops and bastard-ass guys!

The Mad Dater - Later kids

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