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My journaling dragged me down. Deep. To the depths of proverbial despair for how a once shapen “me” had become so misshapen. I wrote all of this down. I called my sponsorous friend. I tried to insight into my weighty physical and psychological “issues.” There was no hope. My inspiration toward health deflated with a thud! I was (proverbially) doomed. Until! |
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I respectfully asked my huffing puffing self if there would be any other way we could document this journey with a lighter, brighter spin. Journaling turned a corner. Out tumbled ink pens and color, whimsy and words, resulting in my first book, Belly Fat Chats With Viti Le Vu. And then came the cards. My neglected alter ego just pushed me aside in her sweet, yet narcissistic, way. Everything, and I do mean EVERTHING, became about HER! And so....
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