Pressed Ham...

Bootcamp blew the big one.

It blew because I remained the same weight, yet according to my scale which stays in the same spot I have lost another pound. I'm pretty fed up with it. This week, instead of her blaming carrots, and popcorn, it was the fact that I eat brown rice too often.

Uh, no. So, I'm thinking I need to find something heavy enough, but a known weight to weigh before I weigh in weekly. She doesnt have a real scale it is one you step on and its digital and it measures body fat and weight. I'm irritated. I'm taking the week off. For that, and because I can't afford it this week. I'm sick of the pressure. I workout 6 hours a week minimum. And I don't eat anything that's bad for me, (except for the occasional night out....) so there's no logical reason for her scale to say I'm not losing. It makes me think about not eating out of frustration, but that's stupid. I'm still working out, just not at bootcamp. This week. I might kick her in the head. I mean, if you gain weight, you have to pay $2 per pound. How can you make people pay if your scale is a peice of shit?

Friday night I went out with the gals. We had dinner, at Rockne's. I'd hoped for Cleats all week, a big tall beer, and some greasy totally unhealthy bar food. Which after having Healthy Choice soup, spaghetti squash, chicken, and brown rice for weeks, makes you do a happy dance just thinking about!

They were closed. What a total crock of shit. So, I still had beer, but a turkey club instead. I guess you could say the bread is bad, and the fact that I got fries with it was bad. But it's not greasy bar food. Oh well. The beer was fabulous enough! I had four to be exact. Miller Light....which barely passes for beer, but better than nothing. And I don't regret one of them. I didn't gain weight this weekend either.

We hung out at Bruebakers after that. Where one of my friends asked some totally drunk guy to give me and our friend a pressed ham. You can see by the picture that he did it. We laughed until we cried over that one. I tried to talk them into putting a maxi pad on his back cus he wouldn't go away. But they wouldn't.

Later, he asked my friend when she was going to do a pressed ham, and then mentioned that he wanted to molest her in the parking lot. Creep-y. Who says molest? Maybe its cus he was way older? I dunno! Some other dude was totally checking our table out and I told my one friend dude was checking her out. When we were leaving he introduced himself to me, asked me to stay and have a drink with him. I said we were leaving, but thank you, and he said "come on you dont want to have a drink with me ?" I said my friends are leaving they are my ride. Meanwhile, he has hold of my hand. *eeek*

I'm such a total chicken shit. I really don't mind if someone wants to buy me a drink, that's more money in my pocket, but theres a way in asking that makes it seem wrong to accept. I got scared and we left. I'd say the manfriend is pretty lucky I'm that way. I'm so not the flirty type at all!

In other news, I took the new kitty to the manfriend's on Saturday. Her name's Mojo for several reasons. She is right at home there. She slept in the bed with us too. Sunday we went and he bought her all sorts of goodies at the store. He's pretty cute with her and it just melts my heart! Some girls would think that about seeing their man with kids. Me? Its cats. He got her a new bed, and some toys and scratcher, and catnip. She played like a real cat. She hadn't acted very cat like, but now she's in the swing of it.

Oh! Since I didn't get home from manfriends until after 1 am, I didn't have time to do my drawing for the fabulous valentines giveaway! Remember if you want to win to comment, otherwise, I will have a winner tomorrow!! Aren't you so excited? I know I am!