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2004-06-01 - 11:14 a.m. Memorial Day weekend has to be sponsored by Jenny Craig and Weight Watchers or something. It’s like constant barbecues, and by the time the weekend winds down, you need to run and sign up. Shit. I did do pretty well, despite the constant temptation. Fat free hot dogs, while a stingy 1-point each, taste like exactly that – 1 point. If you toast your bun and slather mustard on it, you can almost pretend you’re eating the real thing. Which I did, so it wasn’t bad. I ate a hamburger one of the days, and god, it tasted like it was prepared by an Iron Chef or something it was so fucking good. But I only had one, so at least I had some control. I went to a dinner party on Friday that was really fun, and the food was ridiculously good. Luckily it was mostly seafood. It’s weird, but since I’ve hit like 50 lbs lost, I’ve been getting a lot of compliments. I never know what to say, and I always feel like they’re just trying to be nice. It’s hard to believe someone actually thinks I look nice or whatever. Without turning this into a psychiatrist session, I’m just not used to it and I don’t take them smoothly at all. Two of the ladies at the dinner party kept on about how “stunning” I was. It’s like…uh…you’re taking about my sister, right? At first, I was happy when someone noticed I’d lost weight and was looking better, but now it can be really awkward. I’m not sure how to get over that. Fucking Curves was closed yesterday, of course. Nice way to screw up my M-W-F schedule, butt pipes. If there’s one thing I hate about Curves, it’s their retarded hours. What gym closes at 7pm, honestly? They’re not even open on Sunday or Saturday after 12pm, so it wasn’t like I could make it up. I’ll have to try for a W-F thing for this week. Sucks, but that’s the best I can do now. WW tonight. Time to dig out my douchebag repellant. OP: yes water: yes |
