Cathi and I went shopping on the weekend. I bought a new belt, as the old one was too big. And I also bought two new paris of jeans. Unreal McBeal: I went down two sizes, from a 102cm to 92cm. Whacko!
We also bought each other a Haig’s chocky easter egg, but, I stress, they were small ones, and dark chocolate, not milk (which has slightly less points, but I know, it is like smoking low tar ciggies)
I have a bad feeling about tonight’s weigh in. I have not done anything bad, I just feel as though I spent the last week cruising as far as points watching was concerned.
Are we still heading out afterwards tonight for Mr K’s double figures at last party? Of the non-bloggers, Sophie is coming, Paul is 50-50, and Michelle(? I think that’s her name! Charlotte’s first tooth has arrived, so that’s the excuse I’m using…) is definitely in.
I am still up for tonight. I am pleasently ambivalent about tonights meeting. I have exercised, i havent ‘sinned’ at all. I think at the very least i wont have lost anything. I am kind of hoping i will have dropped at least .05 of a K asi want my shiny piece of gold crap to show i have lost 10% of my disposable fat income.