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	<title>appetite4destruction</title>
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		<title>Adjusting expectations; resume.</title>
		<description>Summer didn't turn out as I had planned. I signed up for two dance classes, derby boot camp, &#38; trampoline. After being injured in derby, I dropped trampoline for hula hoop. Throughout the entire summer, I exercised 6 days each week for 1-3 hours each day.

In August, my other classes ended, &#38; I ...</description>
		<link>http://www.3fatchicks.com/diet-blogs/appetite4destruction/2009/11/02/adjusting-expectations-resume/</link>
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		<title>Welcome to the Jungle, pt. 2</title>
		<description>When I first started this blog in Dec 2007, I described myself thusly:

"I’m fat. Too large to sit comfortably in a seat at the opera; and, too small to think much at all about my body until I do try to sit in those darn seats. And then I look around &#38; realize nearly ...</description>
		<link>http://www.3fatchicks.com/diet-blogs/appetite4destruction/2009/08/13/welcome-to-the-jungle-pt-2/</link>
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		<title>BFFs</title>
		<description>Tomorrow I will fly across the country to visit my best friend. We met 23 years ago, when we were teens. Even though I weighed less than 110 pounds back then AND about 10 pounds less than she did, my weight was something she always fixated on &#38; declared that ...</description>
		<link>http://www.3fatchicks.com/diet-blogs/appetite4destruction/2009/07/15/bffs/</link>
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		<title>hhmm.</title>
		<description>Well, my sister &#38; her family left a few days ago. No one said a thing about my weight loss. I'm not certain why.

Did no one notice? Has everyone been conditioned to avoid the topic of weight around me? Is the possibility that I'm at least starting to look conventionally ...</description>
		<link>http://www.3fatchicks.com/diet-blogs/appetite4destruction/2009/07/12/hhmm/</link>
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		<title>The Next First Steps</title>
		<description>I've been trying to compose an opening line, but there just doesn't seem to be any clear way to start. Lately, we've explored a lot of family issues. My sisters' impending arrival looms large because *this time* I want at least one thing to be different: ME.

And I'm not talking ...</description>
		<link>http://www.3fatchicks.com/diet-blogs/appetite4destruction/2009/05/20/the-next-first-steps/</link>
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		<title>Patti LaBelle&#8217;s got nothing on me!</title>
		<description>One of the things I dislike about my family is that they seem to rarely think of anyone other than themselves. One of the things I admire about my family is that they do things for themselves that make them feel good about themselves.

Believe me, my family is not sitting ...</description>
		<link>http://www.3fatchicks.com/diet-blogs/appetite4destruction/2009/05/13/patti-labelles-got-nothing-on-me/</link>
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		<title>Shattering the Mold</title>
		<description>Lately, I've been trying to view myself with a compassionate eye. I try to see myself as my husband sees me: pretty, cute, beautiful, &#38; sexy. I try to view myself as if I was looking at a stranger; what would I see? Objectively, what I see is very different ...</description>
		<link>http://www.3fatchicks.com/diet-blogs/appetite4destruction/2009/05/07/shattering-the-mold/</link>
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		<title>Less than a Red-Headed Stepchild</title>
		<description>My family has always considered me fat. They gave me a two-worded nickname &#38; the first word was "fat". Fat has always been a very bad thing to be in my family. Yet, in their eyes, I have always been fat. 

I was a fat baby. I was a fat kid. I was a fat anorexic. ...</description>
		<link>http://www.3fatchicks.com/diet-blogs/appetite4destruction/2009/05/05/less-than-a-red-headed-stepchild/</link>
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		<title>The Gooch Lives&#8230; what now?</title>
		<description>In one of my favorite movies, "Auntie Mame", the lead character frustratingly tells her dowdy secretary, Agnes Gooch, to break free from her constricted wallflower role &#38; to "live! live!". After a night of drunken debauchery, the secretary returns home utterly frazzled. She pulls up her dress &#38; climbs the stairs to ...</description>
		<link>http://www.3fatchicks.com/diet-blogs/appetite4destruction/2009/04/29/the-gooch-lives-what-now/</link>
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		<description>I don't usually talk about my sisters or mom &#38; dad. I think about them, &#38; probably talk about them, more than I see or talk to them. We don't live near each other. The closest person to me, geographically, is my sister (both my sisters are younger than me); ...</description>
		<link>http://www.3fatchicks.com/diet-blogs/appetite4destruction/2009/04/28/40/</link>
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