It was depressing. It wouldn't be easy to lose. I hated looking at myself in the mirror - even a little hand mirror. What were my good points? I had good skin. Big deal. I had a great sense of humor. Yeah, I was making people laugh all right - behind my back. I could make fabulous chocolate chip almond cookies. What was the fun of that without someone to share them with? I felt very alone. I'd tried to lose weight before and managed to drop six or eight pounds, but then I always gained it back - and more! Then the worst thing that can happen happened; the only person in the world who I could possibly call a friend fell in love and lost like twenty-five pounds overnight. At least it seemed like overnight. I was jealous, and more lonely than ever. I didn't think it would be a good idea to keep going on that way. I had to do something, but nothing worked; not permanently. My friend lost more weight. What was she doing that made this happen? She seemed so happy and didn't seem to care about anything, which is understandable; she was in love.
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