So this was a tough week.
A staff retreat for work on Wednesday proved to be a little more challenging than I thought it would be. Let's just say that taco dip is delicious and I liked it. Too much. After night class, I came home and did Pilates at 10 pm, because I felt so guilty.
Thursday, I ate everything in sight... again. I ran my first successful parenting group session (on my own!) and celebrated with 2 helpings of the most awesomest lasagna in the world, from a place called Ragonese's. Seriously, it was heavenly. I also ate meatballs, stuffed shells and visited my friend Michelle afterwards and had 2 glasses of white wine, hummus and garlic pita chips. Really mad at myself.
Yesterday morning, I woke up early to do the other Pilates tape I have and my day was going well until...happy hour. By the end of happy hour(s), I had accomplished quite a bit. Took pictures with a trans gendered he/she who wanted to borrow my shoes, competed for funniest person on the patio with a 70 yr old man, asked for a job waitressing at one bar, managed to get a bartender to charge me $5 for an $8 drink, and split 2 slices of pizza with my new friend Alex. I didn't want the pizza, but my friends thought it was a good idea. I ended up spending a lot of money that I shouldn't have spent. Pictures to follow, once Sally sends them to me.
I will not be surprised (neither should you) that I have gained at least a pound, maybe two, this week. Craving nicotine has increased my appetite. Being happy has increased it two-fold. I got a little cocky. I'm also really bored. I want a new tattoo, I want to get an animal (cat or a dog) and I can't because Jeff is allergic. I'd love to color my hair something fun, like get highlights? I want to do something new at work, I want to be done with school. It's always about what's next with me. I should learn to enjoy what's here. That's why I've been diagnosed as a destination addict by Oprah/Tito. It frustrates me to stay in one place.