weighing

myself at the end of the day is usually a bad idea. But today = success = 113.

I even moved that bitchy scale all over to make sure it wasn't fucking with me.

The boyfriend is skipping class to take me out to our favorite little Thai place.

It has some pretty good, mostly broth, soups. Not what I was planning, but I can't exactly only drink water on a date. I think he would notice.

I will not eat pad thai. 

I will not eat pad thai. 

I will not eat pad thai. 

I will not eat pad thai. 

I will not eat pad thai. 

I will not eat pad thai.