Am having v. difficult time concentrating on anything other than the fact that Slim Fast granola bar that am eating is neither satisfying and delicious (as advertised) nor in any way keeping self from running across busy street to feast on v. satisfying Italian sub. But, as am model of will-power and tower of strength, will continue on with nasty granola bar and ponder concept of the eternal diet. If only could teach self to detach all emotion and affection from food. Ah, if only.
Weekend passed in rather unexciting and uneventful blur of hours spent lounging in front of television or napping with kitten on comfy bed. Had all sorts of plans to accomplish things like cleaning and shopping, but really, some things simply aren't meant to be. Like Slim Fast granola bars. Ick.
And much like these torturous ten pounds, Valentine's ski weekend with J is back on. Am actually looking forward to getting away, even though said mini-vacation requires spending long car ride and three solid days with B's girlfriend who, well, in nicest terms, wishes yours truly dead. Will not matter, am hoping, when chalet fills up and have eight other folks with whom to chat and use as personal hatred-ray deflectors. Have purchased lovely lacey item for possible Valentine's nookie, the use of which will be contingent on securing one of three private bedrooms at crowded chalet. Early arrival a must. As do not own ski apparel, will probably spend entire vacation indoors participating in such activities as over-eating. And binge drinking. And full-contact Trivial Pursuit.
A girl can hope.