I spent two meals this weekend with friends on diets. Make that friends who are sticking to their diets. Party poopers. It was enough to make me think about getting onto the diet bandwagon again, but I'm getting so much exercise from walking from the computer to the fridge, why bother?

During dinner at Dead Lobster, I peeked at the back cover of the menu where it lists the nutritional information for some items. Those glorious melt-in-your-mouth cheese biscuits are no longer my friends. Never again will I invite them to the table, even though they come free with the meal.

Of course, I can always change my mind. But I think I might have to wear a bathing suit on a beach in a very short period of time. ***gasps with horror***