From Slut to Spokesperson in One Week in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Okay. Since the question was asked, I’ll tell you briefly about Saturday and then my Girls Gone Wild weekend will be completely a thing of the past and I will move on with my life.

Saturday. Yes Saturday. Ummmmm…same situation, some different players. After spending the whole afternoon catching up with BB’s life and laughing, talking and crying, BB, Dana, Tina and I went to the greatest Greek restaurant and ate and drank like there’s no tomorrow. Then we danced like it was our last night on earth. Then we all coupled off and acted like it was the last action we were ever going to see.

Ugh. It’s all so terribly sordid and disgustingly delicious. And I’m not going to waste precious time feeling guilt or remorse or think that these guys actually felt something for me and that we’re all going to live happily ever after.

It was a fun, adventurous, exhausting weekend. And I’m glad I did it. All of it. And I hope I gave BB some decent advice that she will put to good use.

End of story.

Now. Moving on.

I have made the decision to lose ten pounds by Thanksgiving. I can do this. I think the biggest trick will be cutting way down on the alcohol binging and (of course) increasing the workouts. I’m giving myself enough time/warning.

And I’ve already started with the diet. I’ve started the WeightWatchers online thing. Damn, kids. It’s not easy! You get 20pts/day, then you get extra points if you work out, and then you get a few more points that are like freebies. I’m trying to stay at the bare bones 20 per day. So today I was in a meeting that ran through lunch. They brought in lunch from Dean & Deluca. I thought I was being good by eating a salmon filet, a little bit of polenta, asparagus and a salad. The fucking salmon alone is nine fucking points! The little bit of polenta that I had was FOUR (luckily, veggies are freebies!), the tiny spoonful of salad dressing was two. I’d already eaten three points for breakfast. I was so hungry later this afternoon that I ate an apple. That was one point. So I was left with ONE lousy point for dinner tonight!! Obviously I couldn’t do it. I ate a frozen WW meal that was four more points. So I went over three. I suppose that’s no biggie considering I probably went over about 30,000 over the weekend.

There are about five of us at work who are doing this online thing. Even Christy, who is so friggin skinny that I’m sure she had to lie about her height to even join. I’m sure she’s already below their minimum weight requirement. She’s a friggin kick boxing instructor fer frick’s sake! But at least we can all sit there and compare points. We all ate the same thing for lunch today, too. Bleah.

As sad and boring as that is, it’s my latest diversion. Maybe if I consciously think about how many points each martini (3) or beer (3) or glass of wine (2) are, it will help me control myself.

[side note: guess what I’m drinking from now on?]

Oh how I wish I’d started this several weeks ago. I found out today that I’m going to be interviewed by a local TV station regarding, among some other things, a giant national charity event that my company sponsors. This interview will be taking place on Saturday morning. Yeah. That’s the day after tomorrow. I’m not really happy about it, considering (a) I have to get to the TV station before the ass crack of dawn, (b) I’m not prepared, and (c) I feel like a bloated sea cow. I know nobody’s going to see the interview. It’s for one of those early Saturday morning shows. But I’m horribly nervous about it. Horribly.

Gulp.