I have been so bad with the eating this week, yesterday especially. Last week, I had started losing a wee bit and seeing improvement, therefore it totally went to my head, and I started going overboard. Now I'm fairly certain any good's been thoroughly undone if not gone the opposite way. Let's see what the damage has been...

Monday all I remember is eating half an order of Papa John's Cheese Sticks for dinner. Tuesday I had a bagel for breakfast and pasta for dinner. Wednesday I ate a sandwich and two cookies at conference and had a Frenchbread and two thirds of a bag of golfish for dinner. Yesterday I had salad, fruit salad, two small slices of chocolate cake at conference, two big bowls of pasta, and then whilst on the way home from Club Charles, Nick and I stopped at Subway (six inch turkey and cheese with lettuce and mustard) and proceeded to kill two bags of Walker's crisps at home. Today I've had a grande mocha Frap. I'm supposed to go to lunch at Einsteins' with Jennifer, but I'm not sure I will get to leave for lunch, and right now, not only does my stomach hurt really bad, I probably shouldn't eat a big damn bagel, anyways (despite how good they are). I just read an article about weekends and holidays (vacations and holiday-holidays) and how you can go hog-wild and enjoy yourself, you just should go easy the day before and after, which makes sense, and is the way I've always tried to do it anyways.

God, my stomach is killing me. Must have been the Sweet Thai Chile crisps from last night and this Frap meeting. Shit. I should probably take some Zantac.

That said, I managed to do what I said and get rather a lot of packing done yesterday evening between getting off of work and going out with Nick. Still have my cd's and radio in my room, and to pull all of the boxes in the closets and stuff out into the livingroom, as well as tape up the drawers of those little plastic carts, but in general, I got a lot done. Still got the kitchen and bathroom in their entirety (including the linen closet), and Carm's still got her room (but she's off today and said she was going to do a lot), and then there's that storage room to look through stuff and hopefully condense the fuck out of, but it does seem considerately more do-able since yesterday. I am figuring I won't get that much done over the weekend (three day weekend, woo hoo!!), but whatever little bit I can, I intend to. I'm hoping Carm and I can hang out this evening before Nick gets off. Hopefully Allen is coming down, that should make her happy.

We went to Club Charles last night. Actually got drunk for once this week (this week seemed to go by very quickly and I felt pretty good for most of it. I think a lot of it had to do with not going out Sunday night, which by Tuesday has usually compounded so badly). Had two white Russians (I know I'm supposed to limit myself to one every once in a while, but Jeremy was working last night, and he makes them the best so...) and a vodka and diet, and then two regular diets for diluting purposes. Had a good time, then back to mine for HSN and QVC, Subway and Walker's. Nick didn't stay and after we ate he headed home so I could get some sleep and get out of the house on time today, saying that I won't be able to get rid of him over the weekend, to which I said I certainly didn't mind. I like that he says he likes staying over and sleeping with me. I'm obviously pretty fond of him being here. We are going to try to keep the spending to a minimum this weekend on account of next weekend being my B-day, and he says I won't be paying a dime (about time, and I don't say that as a materialistic or gold-digging sort of person). He has to call Bicycle to make the reservations for next Sunday. I definately want to go to the park and get some exercise (Parklife!!), and he said he may try to convince his parents to go up to Philly for the afternoon one day over the holiday weekend to Cuba Libre, in which case his brother could bring his girlfriend and he could bring me, and his parents would pay, which would be terribly nice of them. There's also that Scottish market in Timonium to check out. It's a shame about not going to Brew At The Zoo, but that's just too much money, especially this close to my moving and B-day. This will be the first one in four years I'll have missed. Eh, no matter.

I was very glad to not run into any whoadies last night, got liberated of no cash, ears remained firmly on my head without having been talked off by some incessant crackhead musings, and no one tried to sell me any shit coke, so I was very pleased with that.