I dreamt that Jeff and I were watching tv, and I got up to get a bowl of ice cream. I went into the kitchen and scooped a bunch of ice cream into a bowl (cuz for me, honey, 1/2 a cup of ice cream is never enough!
). I even remember it was chocolate ice cream with marshmallow swirl--that is how detailed my dream was. Anyway, I went back into the living room with it, and I took 3 bites. Then I stopped and stared at the ice cream and thought, "What am I doing? This isn't on my plan!" I went back into the kitchen and dumped the ice cream back into the ice cream container and returned it to the freezer.What a boring dream, eh? But it definitely tells an interesting story for me. I was on the verge of re-entering the 300s just a couple weeks ago. On Monday, August 7, I kicked myself in the butt and got back to business. My scale was flickering between 295.5 and 296 that morning. This morning, it firmly reads 284. Maybe my dream was a sign that I'm thinking about food too much, or maybe it's a sign that I am truly dedicated this time around. Who knows. But I know it made me happy that even in my dream, the one place I can eat whatever I want and not gain weight, I could resist the temptation
