Okay, okay, no need to panic. Yes, I’m up 2.6 this week, but this is not a terrible thing. Had it been the five or six pounds that I was expecting, then I would have been slightly upset, but this is all to be expected, and a mere two-point-six pounds is nothin’. I will lose it all next week! (Famous last words, and all that.)

So I got some new pants at Old Navy yesterday, and they are a size sixteen. That may seem massive to my skinny friends, but I have these hips that will not shrink. Well, actually, they have a bit because sixteens in trousers are a landmark. (Fourteens in skirts are fine, because I can hike them up to my ribcage. Ha ha!) Anyway, these pants will be lovely one day soon but right now they’re a bit snug and the pockets gap out just a tad so I am having to wear a longer shirt than normal which doesn’t make me feel very nice-looking. But they are very long pants, which I love. It reminds me very much of what I read in Mo’s journal the other day. (Fourth paragraph down. I don’t necessarily find sandwiches as frightening as Mo.)

So now today (I start too many sentences with “so”, huh?) I am back to counting points.

By the way, dance class last night went really well, I think. I finally felt like I was getting most things. Now I just need to get some tutoring on stinking time steps or whatever they’re called. Tap is hard!!!