I rolled over to the scale and when the numbers stopped jumping about, I was a clear fifteen pounds heavier. I was assaulted by a barrage of emotions – utter disbelief; what the f@#%! ; this is gonna look great in a bathing suit; I shouldn’t have had the bleeping carrot cake; why me Lord?.Suffice to say when I awoke in a cold sweat after this HD wide screen technicolour, vivid dream, I was delighted to look down and see my feet. Eureka! My body seemed lighter and I practically floated over to the weigh scales.
I survived the assault and transitioned into remorse – not for eating the carrot cake – but for not appreciating the weight that I had been. Cause after a ten pound growth spurt, my former fighting weight didn’t seem nearly as bad as I generally feel about it.
Like numbers on a slot machine they rolled, scrolled and tumbled. ahhhhhhh. Familiar numbers; not as prime as I would like, but comforting just the same. So of course the moral of the
Note to self: Skip the nachos before bedtime!
I look at old photos of me and think with sadness of all the wasted years thinking I was fat. I was then a size 12 ( don't know what that is in Canada) then and I'm still the same now. Just now I do know what middle age spread is truly about!
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Way to go Lyn ... your positive attitude will carry you through this stage too :)
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Can't say I've had this particular dream, but I've had one similar: I really hate that I'm out of shape, and when I go on exercise binges I have repeated dreams of not being able to run fast enough/lift enough/do other things. Usually I'm being chased around the wilderness by one wild animal or another. Once I couldn't pull myslef up to jump over a wall and escape a murderer.
ReplyDeleteI think my brain is trying to motivate me in my sleep. I kind of wish it would give it a break...