I suppose some might consider it offensive, but I will admit that someone calling me baby (except when it is my boss’s or anyone else’s husband) feels good, kind of like being verbally cuddled. I miss cuddling, verbal or otherwise. Facing the winter without much hope for cuddling is a little depressing. Julio calls me baby sometimes and I’m fairly certain that he will cuddle with me in a couple of weeks. I guess that will have to tide me for a while.

I realized that cookies are not great for tiding me over through kickboxing class. I was cursing myself for not having eaten something else about halfway through, but there are just some gray days that really require a snickerdoodle. Overall, I have been doing very well with the healthy eating. I still have M&M’s in my candy jar from a couple of months ago and either something has happened to them or something has happened to my taste buds, because I ate a few the other night and they don’t taste right. I wonder if something in the crispy candy shell breaks down after a while. No matter. I will find a different chocolate fix.

There is a girl in my kickboxing class who I hate just a little bit. I don’t think she is particularly mean or anything, but she might be, she really doesn’t talk all that much. Anyway, she’s probably about 5’8”, very nice body, pretty hair, pretty eyes, and she has one of those really simple linear type tattoos on her lower back. My hate for her is solely based in jealousy and I realize that makes me a bit small and childish, but I’m working on that. Last night as we were doing the routine (and she kept messing up, hee hee) and I realized that she isn’t significantly thinner than me anymore and she has kind of ugly teeth. Okay, so it wasn’t anything all that profound or personal growth inducing, but I felt a lot less jealous and the hate melted away. That’s got to be a step, right?

Anyway, Miss Kitty knew that I’d had a bad couple of days. My hormones tend to wreck havoc a couple of days a month and there isn’t much I can do to derail it. Anyway, Miss Kitty had tomato soup and tater tots waiting for me when I got home. She’s a good friend. We also had some margaritas from the bucket o’ margaritas in the freezer. We went for chai tea today—mmm . . . like liquid pumpkin pie.

I guess that’s all for now.

Love to all.