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worst habit(s).

1. EATING LATE AT NIGHT.  I honestly do this all the time and the last time I was able to lose weight, well, I did a lot of lifestyle changes then, but one of them was refusing to eat after 8pm. And I'm sure it helped. Since we order in if we eat at work (except in the summer) it unfortunately makes my eating schedule 2/3pm, 7/8pm, 11pm/12am. It's not as bad anymore. I'm trying to eat breakfast even if it's small and then have lunch at 1pm now since I have more control. But oh my. It's terrible for my hips.

2. THE MORE STRESSED I AM THE MORE I PICK MY FACE/LOOK FOR SPLIT ENDS. I seriously can't stand when people look at their split ends, but if my hair is long enough and I have it down I will do it at some point during the day. I try to limit it because I detest it.

3. I DON'T LIKE TO SHARE MY FEELINGS. I don't like to talk about my problems. And I hold them in for a long time before I seriously break down. Sometimes I never break down, which is maybe why I do it. The worst part is sometimes I find myself resenting the fact that no one understands what I'm going through, when it's my own fault for not telling anyone what I'm going through.
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  1. LisaJune 24, 2012 at 5:09 PM

    I know what you're going through. Let it out. We're just talking, we aren't mad at each other.

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  2. Matt and StefanieJune 24, 2012 at 7:02 PM

    Talk to me, baby won't you talk to me? (think bye bye birdie)

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  3. Holly GJune 25, 2012 at 12:00 PM

    you guys are funnnny.

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