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I'm afraid. Actually, there's not even words for the way I'm feeling right now. I don't want to go inside. I'm not ready to be the fattest, slowest, and weakest person at the gym. I turn up the radio and rock out to my favorite song... That doesn't help. I call my best friend, Leah... That doesn't help. I am still afraid. Then all of the sudden my recent obsession with the TV show "Lost" pays off... I think of Jack, give myself 5 seconds to be afraid, then tell fear to get the f#!k out! I'm getting out of the car & there's no turning back...
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