Matt’s mom went to the grocery store today and asked if I wanted anything. I said that if she didn’t mind, I could use a little bit of fruit. And by fruit, I really meant a couple apples or something, no big deal, I wasn’t going to be greedy or picky. She says it’s no problem and goes off to the store. About a half hour later, she calls down the stairs and says that there’s a treat for me at the top of the stairs. I go up there, and what do I find?

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Today was okay. Being Friday the 13th, I was a bit worried. I don’t usually feel superstitious, but I didn’t feel like tempting the fates today. So I played it safe and stayed in my pajamas until 5:00 or so. Then I showered and got changed and did my hair and makeup and went over to Amy’s house. She’s awesome. We talked about everything and anything and we played Scene It and ate some yummy spaghetti. I love Amy. She rocks.

I miss Matt like crazy, but since there’s two weeks left, I’m putting that energy into working on a surprise for him for when he comes back. But no, you can’t know what it is!

Amy helped me realize today that maybe this whole weight issue is really a non-issue. I just need to be happy with myself. So I’m going to try to be healthier, but not necessarily aim at a lower weight or a lower pants size. I mean, I’ve got the man that I love, and I don’t need to impress anyone but myself and him, right? And as far as I know, he loves me just the way that I am, so I don’t see a need to change if it’s not for myself. So remind me of that next time I feel fat and ugly, okay? Thanks.