The past week has been a bit crazy. Full of obscenely early conference calls and back to back meetings and little to no sleep. I’m glad it’s over.
Went to happy hour with some friends last night. That was a good idea. I’m glad I didn’t wimp out and decide not to go. It was good to sit and laugh and talk for a few hours.
Tonight’s the first home Stars game since the Olympic break. So I’m going to that. Yay! After that pathetic loss to Phoenix the other night, we better kick some Avs’ ass tonight. An out-of-town Stars fan is in town this weekend, so we are meeting up before the game for dinner at Tony Roma’s.
I’ve been horrible at staying on WW this week. I blame the screwed up schedule, but that’s really no excuse. I have just under 3 weeks until Dr Honeydew’s visit and was really hoping to be out of the 180s by then. It’s still doable, but it’s going to take some real committment on my part to make it happen. And more than just eating right…I’ve GOT to start exercising.
I’ve almost reached full panic mode on that particular situation. Almost. I’m questioning everything. But most of all, I’ve stepped waaaay back from him in a sense. Because I think we’ve gotten a little too carried away with the idea that there are bigger things at work between us. And I’d hate to have mislead him by encouraging those thoughts if, when he’s here, it turns out I’m not even remotely attracted to him. Or vice versa.
But anyway, I don’t really feel like regurgitating all of that right now. I’m just going to lay here and veg and watch a movie until it’s time to get ready to head towards downtown.