So I am pretty pissed off at my body right now. I feel it is betraying me. Despite my watching what I eat and exercising regularly, I managed to gain another 10 lbs in the last month. Sure there were cookies at hand, and I ate my fair share... but come on! 10 fucking pounds from two and a half dozen cookies over the course of a month? Especially when I stopped drinking soda and decreased my alcohol consumption... except for the the parties. Too many parties! They must be making me fat. Anyway, my body is in some major trouble right now. I am off of juices (except my 4 -6 oz of orange juice in the morning), avoiding cookies and king cake, massively reducing the number of times I go out to eat, and exercising daily. I have my physical on April 3rd and I refuse to be fifteen pounds heavier than last year. Fuck you cookies. Fuck you yummy champagne.
Anyway, the control issues that logically go along with weight gain have resulted in some interesting dreams. Last night we were staying at a hotel and people kept walking through the room using it as a passage way. I was physically trying to stop them. It was very frustrating. I got another room, and there was room service. They wanted to charge 400 dollars for a bowl of ice cream. Then they only charged a dollar since I had such a bad time of it. The concierge had shopped for me - masses of clothes that I couldn't wear.
The night before I dreamed that I was back in high school, but hanging out in Europe with a very posh crowd. I was at an estate and I kept losing my shoes. I was going sailing , had to deal with some very snobby people and paperwork. Then I could not find the damn boat... the dock was a total maze. I had lost the group trying to find my shoes. Anyway, both dreams were full of wonderful detail and imagery. I learned a lot from them both....
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