Trying NOT to start a trend.

I would apologize for not posting in a week, but, no one is here.

My first week, I lost 6 lbs. I am pretty proud.

I got nothin. I was just going to talk about the last week in the life, but its just pathetically boring. It would go like this:

• Monday I started a diet
• Tuesday I probably fought unneccessarily with J
• Wednesday I realized that I didn't have to eat to feel better
• Thursday I figured out that most of the other women on the Weight Watchers message boards, are catty bitches. I fucking hate cattiness, even though I am sometimes guilty.
• Friday I was the sickest I have ever been in my life. I still don't know what it was.
• Saturday I still felt like dog shit.
• Sunday I felt better and the weekend was over.

Sorry to whine, that just how it was.

Anyway - tomorrow is a new day - onward!