The remnants of my lunch, a turkey sandwich (hold the mayo) from Quiznos, lay next to my computer. This reminded me to enter my points online. Quickly saving out of the show script, I navigated over to the Weight Watchers’ Web site. Because I was a member, it dumped me right into the calorie manager page. I selected the date and the day’s blank menu page filled the screen. Dragging the cursor over to the breakfast category, I entered in what I’d eaten that day. Half a scone from Starbucks and a latte—that right there was ten points. Those scones were a killer—even when you just ate half they were still as big as a football. The Quiznos sandwich had been a smarter choice for lunch and clocked in at seven points. I frowned at the screen; I was left with only three points for the rest of the day. Sighing, I saved my food intake points and gathered the carcass in the sandwich wrapper, tossing it in the trash bin under my desk. I’m sure whatever surprise Dave had planned for me later was going to involve eating something. So I was probably going to have to dip into my Flex Points for the week to get through the day.

It was almost 2 PM. I sent a longing gaze at my office phone; I’d already left two messages for Dave, hoping to nail down more exact plans about what we were doing later, but he’d never called back. Calling a third time just seemed desperate and sad.

I pulled out my makeup bag and squinted critically at my reflection. The circles under my eyes weren’t going anywhere, and I was definitely showing a little fraying around the edges. I worked long hours, and couldn’t keep up with all the maintenance LA required. I might have to start seriously thinking about the whole injection thing. Thank God I had my mother’s full lips, the one thing I was thankful to have inherited from her. No collagen needed there. They say you should really think about starting all of the fillers young. Some actresses were starting to go for Botox in their early twenties.