Weight Watchers meeting. Came out even, no loss but no gain, and that's a miracle. I didn't keep track of my points and I didn't measure. I'm lucky, it could have been worse. I really wanted to binge this weekend, but I somehow held myself back. People talk about comfort food, but for someone with a weight problem, all food is comfort food. Being depressed it's easy to fall into old habits, but I can't allow myself to do that. It's all just little things, I should be glad that my life is so blessed compaired to so many others.
Enough.
Still working on Chapter 4 of Somewhere in Time. Still crying as I write. Maybe it's cathartic.
Started my PWP sex story. I think I'm channeling a porn movie writer. God knows I've never written anything remotely like this before. I even embarrased myself. Whew!
Got my ficathon assingment. Not to hard, after all it's Buffy/Giles. I've already got the story simmering on the back burner of my mind. I don't think I'll have any difficulty in writing it, I just hope it's what the person who came up with the peramiters wanted.
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