I sure do have some shocking news about the weight. Well, at least it shocks me, but not Tom. As you know, I’d been eating one TV dinner a day, plus a bowl of popcorn, some crackers, and that’s pretty much it. I had been feeling sluggish a lot, too, and staying around the same weight. Tom said it was cuz I wasn’t eating enough, and that if I ate more, it’d up my metabolism/energy. And as you also know, I believed that going to two TV dinners a day, plus the couple of little snacks I’d been having, would make me gain weight, but was prepared to just accept it cuz I was tired of feeling so rundown and so hungry. Well, to my utter amazement, I awoke at 116! I’ve been walking 30 minutes a day, too, so maybe this is the answer, but I refuse to get my hopes up. I’ve been down that road before, thinking this is it, I’m gonna lose weight now. Let’s just put it this way, I feel so much better that even if I don’t lose one more pound - fine.

I had another weight dream, too. That’s two dreams now, after all this time. Does it mean anything? Anyway, all I remember is in the dream I asked Tom either, “Am I going to get down to 100 pounds?” or “Do you really think I’m going to get down to 100 pounds?” and he nodded yes.

I’ve been having a field day creating desktop themes. I made 32 different schemes each with its own set of colors, its own screensaver, and its own wallpaper. Every day, I’ll change schemes.

I told Tom I’d be willing to try to screw today, but he was tired and had a sore back. Guess I was right - it’s just not meant to be.

I’m still enjoying every second that the cock’s out of the picture, cuz I know that once it comes back, all that stress will be thrown right back on me. Especially on weekends. I love not having to sit and listen to all the door-slamming as he’d come and go 6 times a day and I love not having to worry that he’s gonna blast me out and that I won’t be able to restrain myself from going over there and beating him to a bloody pulp. So, I’ll enjoy the peace while it lasts, although I’m sure that the bitch, at some point, will have pals come over just to bother me somehow by having their little kiddies get together to play ball for 3 hours. I’m curious to see how this Labor Day will be if he’s still not back yet. The past two Labor Days that they’ve been here, he was here and they make a scene.

Later…

Right on time. It’s the bitch’s prime time. The Caddy just pulled up to take her to wherever.

Later…

My oh-so-horny-all-the-time husband just left for work. I’m glad he truly has a low drive, cuz now we’re both on common ground there for once. For him, it was his hip and back that were hurting today. For me, I just wasn’t in the mood as usual, and when I am, it’s just more convenient and less problem-causing if I just quickly take care of my own self.