I'm going to weigh in this morning and head off to the gym. I haven't been 'good' this week. I don't think I've counted any points at all. I got all screwed up last weekend when I got taken to a chinese restaurant (I did protest) and then to a mexican restaurant with my family all in the space of about 4 hours.

I went and met a friend after work at a mexican restaurant and she glared at me when I ordered a white zinfandel instead of a margarita, she ordered a white zin also, even though I'm sure she wanted a margarita. I should have let her order first. Then she ordered a huge appetizer fiesta combination for dinner and I had a soft chicken taco ala carte. Then she's trying to make me eat some of her dinner, minutes after complimenting me for getting back on the ww program.

I have another friend who is so full of herself I can't believe it. The whole conversation with her is about Ann-Ann-Ann. At term with her one pregnancy she weighed 116 lbs. She's been upset because recently she's been weighing more than that. She has to take steroids now because she's developed asthma. The steroids make her hungry and so she's been gaining weight. Of course it all goes back to "all I have to do is exercise and it comes right off". I very rarely call her, most of the time she calls me. If she didn't call me we probably wouldn't ever talk. I think I'd prefer it that way.

MPH was gone for a few days and now he's back. It's nice having him here, to talk to and snuggle up with. He always agrees with me too. Sometimes that gets a little tiring - nobody really wants yes-men around them all the time. I don't like me-me-me women around me either.

I guess I'm not a good friend - but I don't care.