Note to Deb: I put my gym clothes on and THEN I went to sleep. That's progress.
There was a party yesterday at work, partly to ease the blow of our raises being less than what we'd been told we'd get, and partly to recognize year-long achievements (I got the Home Run Award, but I'm still waiting for Jason Varitek to deliver it to me). Considering we're one of the 3 industries not getting hit with layoffs, that's more than OK with me.
Anyway, I get home, turn the ringer off on my phone for TWO HOURS, fall into a work-induced food coma, and I wake up to learn my mother has decided I'm dead.
Seriously.
For a moment, I entertained the idea of slipping off into the secret world of the "presumed dead" on some calm warm waters of some tropical island.....
I also had a very odd dream. While I was sleeping, black market doctors came and cut out my "kangaroo pouch" which is what I call my rolly polly poohbear stomach. In the dream, I woke up to all of my intestines sprawled out on the bed yet I was still fully functional and alive.
Nice, eh?
This is why it is not a good idea to eat steak for lunch! It leads one to think that there is a market for belly fat! Well, on 2nd thought, what else do they put into rich women's cheeks?
2 comments:
Morning sunshine!!
So tonight we try something different...we put on the gym clothes and the sneakers and see if that helps you actually make it out the door. You know your not gonna sleep with your shoes on, right? RIGHT?!
Lemme know how the gym is tonight.
My weigh in this morning was at 173.5 which is 9 pounds total. I really hope I can get under the 170 mark soon. Then I will really feel like I have done something.
Dreams are always deep seeded pathways to psychotic breakdowns.
Sweet.
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