I Had a Dream…
I’ve been on this diet for one full day and I’m already dreaming of chocolate.
Ha!
Last night I had a bit of a strange dream that has me wondering if my subconscious is actually barracking for me instead of trying to sabotage me like it always has in the past. Because the thing about me is that I get down to 244 pounds and I’m suddenly a woman without any qualms about that last slice of chocolate cake. While I’m not down to that yet (I wish), I can’t help but wonder if…
The dream started out with me as Rose from Doctor Who (yummy) and I switched back and forth from being me to being Rose. Anywho, in one point in the dream. A fake Rose came along and I tried to convince the Doctor that I was the real Rose, but he ended up riding off with her on a motorcycle anyway. I dropped to my knees and started crying. It was quite heartbreaking.
At that point I suddenly had a chocolate bar in my hand (I have no idea), and was chewing on some of it (I don’t recall actually taking a bite). Besides my Doctor broken heart, I had this wave of disappointment and guilt wash over me because I ‘couldn’t even last the six weeks’.
I felt absolutely, completely and utterly horrible. I regretted eating that chocolate through and through.
Needless to say, I have something to look back on and remind me of how I’ll feel if I give in to temptation.
Strange stuff, but effective!
August 6th, 2008 at 7:44 pm
Hmmm, interesting dream! I haven’t dreamt of food, but I did dream I gained all my weight back. Fear is a very strange thing, isn’t it?
Here’s hoping for sweeter (but non-chocolate) dreams ahead!