So I was bad this week for a meal but jumped right back up on that wagon and am holding on for dear life.

This weekend I was perfect, ate perfectly, got lots done, and even went out with friends to see movies. My hunny's best friend (my good friend too) and I went to see Zombieland and my hunny and her friend (pain in the butt I've mentioned before) went to see Invention of Lying. ZOMBIELAND WAS FABULOUS! The funniest zombie movie I have ever seen, hands down!

It was rough, my first movie trip in months without getting popcorn or candy. I sat next to a HUGE tub of popcorn and it killed me but I managed. I cannot say the same for my partner. She had popcorn, and then at lunch when I was stuck with a dried out sliver of steak and 3 pieces of broccoli (crappy mexican grill) she ordered fajitas and ate it with the tortilla! AND SHE HAD THE CHIPS TOO! There was a moment there when she first lifted that chip to her mouth when I glared and said "what are you doing?" But I let it go when she complained that she's been stalling for weeks and is sick of it.

That began a very long one-sided argument by her friend (the know-it-all pain) about how bad the diet is and all we need to do is exercise and eat low-fat. I just gave my partner a dirty look and let her have it when we got home. It's not that she is cheating that ticks me off, it's that she cheats a lot and then complains that the weight isn't coming off. She thinks I don't know that she gets up in the middle of the night and eats things she knows she shouldn't. I've found wrappers, I've found empty boxes, it's sad. She has every excuse in the book. I can't control her, I can't stop her from cheating, but apparently she expects me to be some kind of diet pro for myself and her own personal coach. Nope. Not going to happen.

But in the end it was still a good day. I got to bond with a good friend over a hysterical movie. So glad we went!