I have about 9 days until the end of the Spring semester, and I feel good... I got my 1st massage ever, a chair massage at school on Wednesday, given by this ultra-fine male masseuse.. Although he was a little on the short side, he definitely had great hands...Kinda wish I could pay him for an hour's worth of his time.. He was just that good.

Moving on, I've dropped down to 216 from 262 (in May of 2012)... I'm really looking forward to hitting 205, and then 195, 185, 175, 165, 155, and then 145. 

As I was contemplating the last 20 years, I thought back to when I was 22, with no sense of self-respect. During that time, I was involved with a lifeguard, M, which was one of the biggest mistakes of my life, but it's one that I've learned from. During that period in my life, I didn't think I deserved to be treated better than how M had treated me, however this time around was different.

I feel that I've grown in the way that I've been able to give my anger and frustration a voice, and not allow the turmoil to build to the point that I'm consuming lots of food to numb the pain. For me, it was important to tell TK that he was wrong, that I knew what he was trying to do, and in effect, I was cutting his ass off. I can't believe that he had the nerve to invite me to his friggin' graduation. As soon as I read that, I smelled a rat. He thought that he could get me to help him, by throwing me one last crumb of love&affection, but he was wrong...

He thought that I was a fool & that he could play me (to get more papers, etc), but what he doesn't know is had it not been for the grace and mercy of God, I would have seriously messed him up personally and professionally.

Although for TK, being who he is, has it's privileges, his professional and socioeconomic status cannot protect him from everything, not even a serious case of arrogant stupidity. I feel sorry for him, because the next chick that he tries to scam may not be as nice, and instead she may be batshit crazy.  Overall, it's not my concern, but I sure hope that I won't end up reading about his relationship in the news or watch it play out on local or national tv.

Ok, it's time for me to stop talking and thinking about him. My neck is beginning to stiffen up. I guess it's my body's way of telling me that talking/thinking about him isn't doing me any good at all...

Oh well, lesson learned.