  7:22 a.m. Friday, Day 123. 1-2-3. My god I feel awful. Drank too much, didn’t sleep well. My eyes are tiny, beady little slits this morning. And this is the day I go to The Orifice. Oh well, might as well feel gross there instead of at home. Also I think I am still experiencing the tail end of the MSG, because in fact I didn’t drink that much. Not enough to account for feeling so crappy. Well, good morning to you too, Little Miss Grumpy!
A reasonable “high” day yesterday — 1688. I ate lightly all day and then brought chicken caesar salads, homemade potato salad, and Skinny Cow ice cream sandwiches to Daisy’s. Of which I ate one, and left the package at her house. I did NOT take the opportunity to weigh myself while there. I think I am just now starting to lose again, as evidenced by the mShorts, but I’m afraid of what the scale might say. So I resisted the temptation because I didn’t want to get smacked with the discouragement stick. Next time. Maybe. Progress Point: Some good news along that line: even though I’m not into the Measurement Shorts yet, I am now wearing the smaller size (22) jeans I bought way back when (February 24), for when the size 24s became too big. The 24s are now officially too big. These are the jeans that I think run small, so that the 22 is really almost a 20.
So it’s good, I think I’m probably a 21.5 right now, if such a size existed. 4:30 p.m. Good news / bad news: we’ve gotten a one week extension on the proposal. G: I don’t have to work this weekend. B: I won’t have the giant paycheck. It means I’ll be working next week, which is good, but I had some plans I will have to postpone. Marella and I were going to Habitat for Humanity, to see what kinds of furniture I could pick up to paint, and she was going to carry them back to my house in her truck.
In other bad news, I still feel awful. I’m totally blaming the MSG at this point, because I have HUGE black circles under my eyes, a sure sign. And I’m exhausted, and my muscles ache. I tried to have a little nap on the sofa, but couldn’t quite doze off. Early to bed tonight. Bucko is bringing home Quiznoids, and I am going to eat too much. 
