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Can't sleep yet. Damn it.

Meals (I work twelve hour shifts and refuse to eat just before bed, so "lunch" and "dinner" go with me) for tonight and tomorrow night are packed. I ate the remainder of the meatloaf. (It rendered three servings, as I anticipated. It might do for four if I were to eat mashed potatoes with it, but that's not South Beach-approved- so, maybe four with mashed faux potatoes, i.e., cauliflower, but I don't have any of that, nor do I have the time to make it if I did have it.) This is day six, not day five. I've made it through five days. I might extend Phase 1 to sixteen days from fourteen, as I slept for nearly two of them and ate just the cheese/tomatoes/popsicles/cool whip during that time. You're not supposed to do that, but eh. Whatever. I've already lost four pounds since Monday (day 1) and fit into my size ten jeans. I was bulging out of my size twelves all summer. 

The dishwasher is running. Moustapha is curled up next to me; I love my big baby kitty. I've reread my posts. It might seem that keeping a health club membership when I'm broke is silly, but it's not expensive. It's cheaper than what I used to spend weekly at the bars (that I haven't frequented in two or three, possibly four, years). Were I to actually go (it's at 24 hour fitness, so it fits into my crazy work schedule), it'd be worth it. That stupid Massage Envy membership I signed up for in a fit of back-spasm madness (I was really hurting) last summer expires this month or next, so that's money that can go into savings. In September, my biggest credit card bill will be paid off. This Thursday, an different debt will be settled. I'm whittling away at the debt madness haunting me. The money no longer paid to that creditor will be channelled to pay other relatively small debts each month. Shifts should pick up with the agency in the fall. Some of that money I make will go toward the costs of the ADN (associate degree nursing) program tests so I can get that RN license. I really do have a plan. The largest hurdle with all of that is getting the transcripts. I sleep while those offices are open. The days when I don't, I'm either working, or (shame, shame on me) I forget to do it. 

Another plan: Use the Brazil Butt Lift dvds I bought late one night in the spring. I want that Brazil Booty! A certain friend of mine whom I used to date insists he loves my ass the way it is, but I know it would look better if I worked on it. It's saggy and wide, IMHO. Scooter made me promise not to lose my boobs. (He may like men, but he likes boobs and heels on women. It doesn't turn him on, he's just set in his ways.) As if I'm that motivated! Besides, they never go anywhere, no matter how much weight I lose. I only lose back fat, which takes me down in band size, but never cup. Thank you Grandma Kathleen.

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