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Personal Narrative: Home From Wing Street

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Well this week has been rough. I have been sick with a terrible sinus infection including a fever, feeling light headed, and dizziness. So rather than walking everyday and hitting the gym I have been laying in bed feeling crappy. I haven 't eaten much which is good but there was one day that I ordered naked wings from Wing Street which is better than anything else I could have ordered from anyone but it is still dangerously close to fast food. I am not proud of myself for that but when you feel so bad that you don 't wanna stand long enough to heat up leftovers there isn 't a whole lot of choices. There is one semi good thing that came out of all of this. I did go to the doctor and I did weigh in. I lost 3 more pounds. Now

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