Mez, sorry, but I have no idea whether your points were a nono or not. Maybe someone else will? But bravo for not exceeding your accumulated total.
Today was Day 12. I surprised myself and didn't use a free day yesterday. I was about to: another cottage guest was making an Armenian specialty involving spicy sausage in pita (both allowed in my permissive little diet world), and he poured each of us a glass of arak which goes well with it. I know it's not wine, but my wine ban is actually an all-alcohol ban. I do like anise drinks, so I was very tempted, but I turned it down, and when pressed said I was on medication and couldn't drink. So dinner with no wine was easy too, not that I didn't look at it longingly. I still have 9 days to go, and one free day left. Hmmm. I sure will try! The choc part seems to be fairly easy, and the wine will be hard but a very good idea when visiting my stepmother with her nephew and wife from England. (Lots of minefields in that visit - better to keep my wits about me.)
I'm not inspired to write personal notes, even to Shewhomustbeobeyed - aka Red.

Too tired tonight, and tomorrow I need to fight the cleaning/laundry battle before picking up my Brits. At least this time I'm not relegated to the sad cot. Instead I've moved up the accommodation ladder to the inflatable bed in the cramped, no AC office. Which sort of gives me the living room and TV and kitchen as well, so I can nosh all night if I want.
I don't remember if I mentioned it, but last week I bought a ridiculously expensive new cat gadget: a self-cleaning litter box. Yes, the cats are ridiculously spoiled. Thus far I've successfully resisted the urge to dress them in little doll outfits. (That was a joke, folks. I would definitely find better costumes than doll clothes.

) The box sounded like such a good idea, but... It turned out to be so noisy I had to unplug it at night, and the cats were terrified of it. My Bigboy sat and stared at it for hours, certain that if he turned his back it would turn into the demon paper shredder. He finally had no choice as he was about to burst, and jumped gingerly in and out again as fast as he could. Then I plugged it back in and watched it fail miserably in its task. The rake did sweep thru the litter as adverised, but glued itself to a smelly pile; then the little bucket lifted its load up in the air and promptly dumped it where the receptacle would have been had the lid of it not stuck shut. So the Littermaid Plus is a definite bust in this home, and it has now gone back to the store while we use the old-fashioned system where YOURS TRULY gets to lift the poop up and into the receptacle.
A strange feeling the last week or so: I don't feel embarrassingly large any more. I do still have a long way to go, but I have pants that fit or are loose, my nightshirts are no longer obscene, mirrors are less frightening... It really is such a good feeling! And this time I haven't tricked myself into celebrating with food!!
More tomorrow if I find time.
