Yesterday I managed to do exactly as I planned---left work, went to Starbucks, dropped off the mail, and went home. Had a cig and watched the end of Judge Judy, then promptly got in bed. Slept till Carm got home at 7:30. Would have slept till 10, but I wanted to see Carm. She made herself dinner but all I had was an apple and then I foolishly finished off the bag of Goldfish Nick had bought me.

I feel the tiniest bit thinner today, prehaps on account of eating earlier yesterday and going to bed hungry. Still a damn mess, but I thought I could see the faint outline of thinness when I looked in the mirror today. If only I could have two days to cloister myself away and sleep the weight off, no one to disturb me, no distractions or temptations, just some time to lose it, then work on keeping it off. I just feel like I need to get to that point where I am maintaining.

Watched Top Chef last night. Getting down to the final six. I was surprised to see and advert for a new season of Project Runway starting in July. That's really quick. Usually they only run one competition a year. Guess that ensures we'll have to keep cable at the new house (don't know how I'm going to afford it but...)

Need to pack so fucking bad. Just can't get motivated. Got it planned out in my head, but a lot of good that does. Eh, I'll end up doing it in a manic sprint like three days before the truck comes.

I will be so glad to get out of here today and see Nick tonight.