Corinne snarfing down a bacon cheeseburger, fries and a chocolate shake at Kidd Valley, one of her “last meals” before going low-carb. I had a bacon cheeseburger sans bun. Our verdict: YUM.

Yesterday was my long-overdue Broad Date. Too bad I’ve been feeling–on and off, over a couple of weeks–like I’m about to get a cold–constantly running nose, headaches. Not sick enough to not work, say, but enough to feel kind of lousy. Yesterday was one of the sicky days, but I needed a Broad Date, dammit! I presented Corinne with her package from Jenn (she loved it); she presented me with a Burts Bees gift set (good shit). We went to the fabric store and I purchased two pillow forms–it’s finally time to replace the crusty old throw pillows on our couch that are so ancient, they actually have puppy teeth marks. I also bought a 2-yard hunk of obnoxious neon fleece just ‘CAUSE, and two zippers for upcoming miniskirt projects: silver and fuchsia corduroy. I suppose I shouldn’t say “miniskirt” when I really mean “above the knee” skirt. I don’t do miniskirts. Maybe with opaque tights underneath!

Then we went out for a fatty lunch at Kidd Valley, a place we had driven by several times and been curious about. We are ladies who enjoy a tasty burger. I’ve been doing low-carb more or less full time since early October, with success in the form of a 14 pound weight loss. Corinne has finally gotten to the point where she’s sick of all of her clothes not fitting (I reached that point last year–it sucked) and ordered this book. I’ve been following Atkins/a little South Beach but I ordered it too, so I can have a diet partner. Dieting is always better when you can find some poor soul to do it with you! Eating low carb is not that difficult–the hardest part for me is getting over the initial sugar cravings. The flat tummy is worth it.

I worked today and have work tomorrow, thank goodness. My parents have fallen on financial hard times and they are no longer able to support my brother over in Scotland at 800 dollars per month, so he’s coming home early. I know they feel awful about it, but I just keep telling my mother that it’s pretty amazing that he was in Scotland for 5 months! How many people get the opportunity to travel across the world at all? He’s been to New York, Amsterdam, and Scotland–the farthest I’ve traveled in my entire life is to Hawaii! I’m trying to alleviate her guilt, but it ain’t easy. That “guilt” feeling? I’ve heard it’s even stronger when you’re a parent. Oy.

In other “news”, look, it’s yours truly. Note the sparkly princess dress, tiara. Smeared red lipstick and crooked bangs? Slightly demented expression? Yep yep, nothing’s changed! And somehow…I find that comforting.