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I really hope so too!

This made me laugh. I had two cats that were little bastards.
I would be packing for a weekend in Vegas and always walked into my room to find the fat one sqatting in the middle of my duffle bag, pissing all over my clothes. Our trip was always delayed due to last minute laundry.

I miss that hairy fat little fuck.

I hit my low point a years back. When my grandfather who I had not seen in ten years was disappointed in how fat I had become. That really tends to get a person motivated enough to kill themselves at the gym as often as I can. When I had lost fifty pounds back in march my Grandfather passed away before I could show him how much I had lost. Now...I guess I do it for him more than anything else. Not in some selfish "Eat your words" kinda deal but because I'd like to think that I could make him proud...Him and the rest of my family proud. So, about 20 more pounds until my goal weight and will be enlisting in the airforce. Oh...Another thing that whooped into shape is I got my heart broken by my GF of six months leaving me for a better looking man. I said fuck that and just kept barreling through. Not to mention she did it two weeks after my gradfather died. Sorry for the long response and life's story.