So the bad dreams seem to be taking over, and last night/this morning I had so many, I woke up in a horrid mood. The main dream was me in Pittsburgh at a graduation party (my graduation party from college, so I apparently was 13 years younger) eating, eating, eating and trying to pack all the food and gifts in a suitcase to bring home with me. In the dream, it occurred to me that my weight loss was going to be affected by the food I ate and I figured I'd just tell you all on the blog that it was a party and how can you deny me food at my own party?
Of course, in that dream I was also sad that I blew the diet.
What in the world is going on with me? Obviously I'm scared I'm going to screw up. But geez, this seems over the top.