Kovixen

There is nothing better than eating out at a nice restaurant. Well, ok, there are a few better things out there, but the nice restaurant is up there. I had such a good meal last night. Everything was perfect, including the wine. I had potato gnocchi which actually tasted like potato and not paste. Dessert was a hazelnut creme caramel that was just so good it was amazing. Thank you to GameLogic for thinking my husband works hard. I'll make sure he stays late every day if I get another free meal.

My flame war seems to be over. People backed me up and this not so nice person has at this point not yet responded to me. Good thing for her, I don't think I've lost a fight in my entire life. I may go home and cry after them, but I never lose. I have the best sisters in the entire world, I'm very lucky I'm an Alpha Phi. I was thinking today about other sororities and how they just aren't as good. At the best, they'll have subpar colors and mascots and at worst they have bad policies or are tiny. Someone passed along some info on another group's ritual, which is super super secret stuff (like if someone was doing this with my ritual, I'd freak out and attack), and it was so dark and creepy. I won't go into detail, but my sorority isn't scary in any way, and that makes me very happy.

I have 10 lbs that have somehow crept onto my body when I wasn't looking. They have decided they will stay, and I am determined not to let them (and I never lose a fight). My mother doesn't think I should be dieting when I'm trying to get pregnant, and I think she's right. Therefore, Peter and I are tomorrow starting the "eating well but still eating" diet, where we are just not going to eat crap. Like no dessert, no seconds, no mexican casserole, etc. It is going to suck royally, and I will be in a craptastic mood for the entire thing, but it'll only last two weeks. After that, we can reassess the situation. I hope that I lose some weight. That way I can feel like I've accomplished a goal and can celebrate with a cake.

I've also been doing pilates for the past few weeks. It looks really easy, just laying on your back and moving your legs mostly, but damn if it isn't hell. I'm exercising stomach muscles I didn't know I even had. Christina acts as my personal trainer beforehand, and we walk to all these machines I've never even looked at before and she makes me use them and push myself. She's great, but when combined with pilates, I have a hard time not collapsing Friday night/Saturday all day long. To make things worse, the devil himself appeared at my pilates class this past Friday. He disguised himself by the name of CJ, saying our normal instructor was on vacaction. Then he proceeded to "hold back" and only give us moves and instructions that even a gymnast could never do. I found out there are 10 levels in pilates, and I've been struggling with level 0. I'm not even at a damn level yet. He kept telling us to smile too, including once while standing over me. I smiled but thought "Die devil, die!" I glared evilly at him for the first 20 minutes of the class. It was awful, I really thought Devil CJ was controlling the clock too, I swear I saw time go backwards more than once.