I don't know if it's because my routine got interrupted while I was in Denver or because I'm kind of in a funk or because it's That Time of the Month, but good gravy, I want to eat everything in the house. It's driving me nuts. That and the fact that I seem to have lost all enthusiasm for walking. I really had to drag my ass out there this morning. It didn't help that it was only in the 40s either.

The Saint is trying to be really supportive. Poor guy is probably terrified I'll give up. Again. Perversely, the more he tries to be encouraging, the more I want him to shut up. And yet when he wasn't supportive enough this morning I got on his ass about it. My only excuse is a temporary hormonal imbalance.

So to cheer myself up I had a FOUR hour lunch with two girlfriends today. One is engaged and going through all that wedding planning madness. She was in tears at least twice. The other one is a stay at home mom and has her own issues. When she worked all she wanted was to be home with her son. Now that she's home with him, she really misses working and that adult interaction. And money is really tight for them now that she's not working. After listening to all their drama, I wasn't sure if I felt better or worse.

But on the plus side, I was out of the house and therefore couldn't graze all day. I had a really healthy lunch and stayed away from dessert. And I got to have some girl time which I need every once in a while.

My goal for the week is to stay OP with Weight Watchers and keep walking even if I don't want to. My funk will pass and in the meantime I just have to keep doing what I know works even if I don't feel like it. Fake it till I make it.