Weighing In, at a 317.6

So I weighed in at a triumphant 317 point something. I think it was a six, but it could have been a five. I didn't lose a significant amount, but I didn't gain anything, either.

I'm wired and tired. Just killed a grande sbux caramel macchiato made with soy milk. I forgot how many points that is, but I'm thinking it's like 6. So tired. Still gotta iron and put together two more sexy looking portfolios for a 2nd job interview I have tomorrow.

So I called to confirm this job interview for tomorrow and I was told that it wasn't confirmed until one of the clinic supervisors says yes tomorrow morning. So I guess my shirt, tie, and three portfolios I'm putting together are going to have to wait. Hopefully I'll nail it and be able to stash away enough cash to take my girl out somewhere nice and then go to Nashville to visit Kevin Sharkey and (what used to be my) the Tennessee Titans.

Goals for this week is to track my shit and to at least hit the gym once. I already have all kinds of excuses to last me through thursday. Here they are in order by day:

Monday: Prepping for job interview

Tuesday: Watching a black dude kick the crap out of an old man on television (LOL!), homework

Wednesday: Homework

Thursday: Hanging with my girlfriend

Friday: To be announced

I hope I get this damn job. I really do. There are a lot of people I want to impress or rub shoulders with over at the other job site (same company, different department) and it might be the motivating factor for going to the gym.