Dreams Really Do Come True?

I don’t write enough about the bad days, so I thought I would work to be a little more honest this week, so you cool kids know what’s going on.  (I know this is going to really ruin that stellar reputation of me being PERFECT ALL THE TIME, but I’m willing to let that go.)

The last time I wrote to my mom, telling her what I ate during the day? Thursday of last week.  There.  I said it.  You want to know something else terrible?  I had pizza three days in a row.  STOP JUDGING ME IT WAS CUSTOMER APPRECIATION WEEKEND AT PAPA JOHN’S AND WE ONLY HAD THIN CRUST.  Oh, and then last night when I said to myself “Oh, we should be healthy because we had pizza THREE NIGHTS IN A FRIGGIN’ ROW”….we went to South Congress Cafe.  And it was one of the best meals of my life. Not. Kidding.  Look:

Coffee braised short ribs with horseradish cream sauce, mashed potatoes, and asparagus.  Guh.  Oh, and this is new – they’re so fancy with their water choices!

But I digress.  The point is I didn’t do well.  If this SCC meal would have been my treat for the week, it would have been totally fine – but that certainly isn’t the case.  Work is stressful, outside of work is stressful, but I won’t bore you with the gory details.  (Who knew gory could be boring?)  So, tonight I arrived home at about 5:20pm.  I got approximately three pages into the CB2 catalog and could not keep my eyes open.  I went to the bedroom….and woke up 3 hours later.  Holy exhaustion, Batman.

The most hilarious part of my nap, though, was that I had a totally weirdo dream.  Being a performer, I frequently have dreams where I am in a play/musical/dance recital and I don’t know my lines/songs/choreography.  They are the WORST – it’s just constant embarrassment.  I had one of those this evening, and I was in a play where I couldn’t even remember my character’s name.  As I was looking through the character list, I realized that my character’s name was:

Gain Gayman.

I don’t know what’s going on with the last name…but the first name is too funny.  I mean…GAIN?  Like, weight gain?  Like, even my subconscious is pissed at me??  This is too much.  I didn’t realize how hilarious that was until I told Walter about the dream and said the name out loud.  I can’t stop laughing.  Every time I read it, I giggle.

I just had to share that ridiculous part of my life today.  In getting back on track today, I had 32 of my 33 points, and ate breakfast for 2 meals!

Actual breakfast: Smart Ones Breakfast Sandwich w/ Turkey Sausage

Dinner Breakfast: Omelet (made by the talented WRG)

Wish me luck.  I need to get more sleep, take care of more stressful things, work out, and plan my days.  We’ll see how that goes.

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One thought on “Dreams Really Do Come True?

  1. It’s good to know that you too get off track. Good luck with getting back on the program. You continue to be my inspiration!!!!

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