w00. Scale reads 155lbs today. That makes 5 more pounds lost. 170/155/140. It's slowed down a bit because I'm eating a few too many 'level two' meals. This week I went back to strictly 'level one' and things are progressing again. I think all that level one cheesecake kind of counts as 'level two'.

We were away in Kaslo this weekend, during Jazz fest, but not for it. Our friends have bought a lovely chunk of land there and are going through the hell of building a home. Not just any home, though - a timber frame home. I love timber frame. We met the timber framer that they will likely use if the money works out the way they hope and he's really neat. A true, honest to goodness, free spirit. He lives in a cabin in the woods with his wife - and it doesn't have a toilet... but it does have a lovely outhouse with a view of the creek. I hate outhouses, but I liked his. I guess it's just public outhouses that I hate. Kind of like public washrooms, though I don't have nearly the angst about those that I do about outhouses. I always feel like something is hiding in the dark down there waiting to try and crawl up and snatch me. Heh. But not in a good way. They have buff orpington chickens that are very happy and healthy looking and a garden of veggies surrounded by a tall fence to keep the deer out. I want.

The weekend was tough for me, partly because I feel out of place amongst the talented and wealthy enough to buy property and build a house couple that we went with... I feel like they're Matthew's friends, not mine... but it's not true. I also started bleeding at the beginning of their visit AND was being strict with my diet while all around me there was ice cream and pizza. Every day. Bastards. I was also fighting with some expectations that Matthew would act differently towards me, coddle me more, baby me more... snuggle me more, hold my hand more... things that to me mean that he loves me. How stupid. He loves me. He tells me, when I ask... when I wonder if I'm just in the way and he'd rather be alone with the couple... he tells me he wouldn't want to be there without me. Being there with me is what makes it. Instead of sulking and letting the grumpies set in, I just have to ask. I wish I didn't have to ask, though... *sigh* Expectations rule my world. At least I'm aware of it.

Got my welcome package for school in the mail yesterday. Today I will go out and price the supply list that they sent me at the two stores in town where I can get supplies... and then buy them at the cheapest place. I should figure out a budget so I know how little money I will have, too. Gah. I think I'm going to have to try to find a part time job. Harder than it sounds around these parts.

Off I go to price things. And put laundry away. And stuff.