I asked Tom why he doesn’t consider me fat now, yet he did the last two times I weighed what I weigh now, which is about 122 pounds.

“Because you’re exercising now, so your appearance is different.”

Not according to the measurements he took it’s not. They’re the same as they were the last couple of times I was big, and exactly what they should be for this weight/height (30” waist, 37” hips, 22” thighs). I don’t think I look different at all. I think I feel different, though. I have more stamina.

I just don’t understand why my weight never changes with all the exercising I do. Even on a 2000-calorie diet and even being this short and this old, shouldn’t my weight drop at least a little? At least to 110-115?

Tom made a nice Valentine’s Day card for me and I made him one, too. I had forgotten all about it until I saw his card waiting for me when I got up.

I’ve been sleeping really weird hours. I fell asleep yesterday at 10:30 AM and woke up at 4:00. I took a Melatonin and fell back asleep till 11:00. Then, incredulously, I fell asleep again from 1:00-4:00! Guess it’s all this freeloader stress and the stress Scot has been putting me through by being more of a pest. I mean, how many times do you need to see somebody over a letter, guilty or not, threatening or not? Anyway, I do sleep better on weekends/holidays and the Fridays that Scot’s in Casa Grande.

At least President’s Day is next Monday, giving me an extra day off from the freeloaders. I’m the opposite of how I was in Phoenix. In Phoenix, I dreaded weekends and holidays, but now I live for them. It’s the only time I know that if I’m asleep and something wakes me up, it won’t be on account of the freeloaders.

So far, no shit from in back. We’re entering the weekend soon, so we’ll see. Last night was the first night they didn’t have their front light on. They have a lot of crap in front. It’s like they’re using their front yard as a storeroom, which is so Arizona. I’ll bet they’ve never even opened their back door once.