Word: weighing
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...closet door and confides--"I've just lost about 30 lbs. I didn't lose that much in the top. I just went on a diet and started starvin'. Starvin'. No, really I got ill and that helped me a lot, my appetite with food. I used to weigh 175. Uh, I want to get to between 120 and 125. That's my normal weight. I have low blood pressure and I have to weigh that anyway, so I might as well get there now. I don't eat breakfast, not usually. Lunch, I eat usually when I'm hungry...
...Richard Sarafian is at a loss as to how to treat this beautiful, cultured and bitchy woman who is thrust into the hands of outlaws. He chooses the easiest way out. Her enticing sexuality is expressed through the constant threats of rape, talk of rape and rape attempts which weigh down the film like a tedious motif each time it turns its attention to Miles...
...disappearing. But the city remains determined not to leave Shaw emptyhanded. "To give up," explains George Boutilier, superintendent for maintenance for Boston's parks, "would be saying go ahead and take the rest of it." Which, of course, people would do, if the entire monument did not weigh several tons...
Lauren's mother is definitely not in a spanking mood, just can't imagine," she says, "I feel like I weigh five pounds. It is just a fantastic feeling." After her worries about the problems of reunion, she finds that the certainty of this week (instead of the old "sometime" state that all P.O.W. families have lived in for so long) has changed things. "I'm O.K. now," she says. "The last time I saw John was Dec. 5, 1965 I look back, and it already seems like it never happened. All of it is gone...
...food in the Faculty Club will taste like in ten years, but I know it tastes like poison now. I don't know what DeWolfe Street will look like in ten years, but I know as I walk down to Leverett House that the filth and litter of it weigh on my soul. I don't know what the state of the practicing arts will be like at Harvard in ten years, but I know that, with the exception of the students in Music 180 who gave a stunning recital before Christmas, they are in the doldrums...