I think I was purposely not invited to a girls night tonight. I am a little hurt, but really I behaved like an idiot at the last one sooo I don't blame them. I was so ashamed once I got over myself and my own problems.

I need to just breathe and let my issues with money go sometimes. Like seriously. If I don't deem a dinner or a motorcycle part or something electronic worthy of my money? I get overly upset. What a waste I keep saying to myself. Not being able to see past the joy it might bring to my husband or the possibilities that dinner might bring to having friends and more dinners that hopefully are not gross. I can't see past the dollars draining from my bank account. I have never carried a balance on my credit card. I don't have outrageous loans on a car or from college. I need to actually begin to save money for life though and I bet I have the financial chops to do it. But stop freaking out over the occasional 70 lost at some casino in Indiana or 5o dollars lost to sushi.

I hope I didn't make too much of an ass of myself last night. But I hate fondue. No, I don't want to pay triple to cook my food myself, thanks. I'll just go home and do that for free.

What a racket those places have. Let's cut up a bunch of apples, bread, and tortillas from a bag; melt cheese right on the table, and charge the customer 25.99 per person to do all the work! Genius.

Ugh. Can you tell I'm still bitter? I need to stop brooding over last night, because all in all, I did have a little bit of fun. And I was charged with planning the next girls night in April... must think of something cheap and way more fun. Must. And no damn chain restaurants- we live in Chicago for c sake. There I go again, sorry. This was my after my guessed caloric intake for the day:

That's a pound over my starting weight. Sheesh!