Six weeks and I’ve only lost 10lbs.

I won’t be winning ‘The Biggest Loser’ competition,  but I feel like I’m slowly making little changes, one meal at a time.

I have yet to quell the desire to dive into a bag of freezer burned chocolate chips or a bottle of wine and must ask myself, “WHY NOT DUMBASS?  IT’S GOING TO KILL YOU!”

I have blood tests in five days and I’m freaking out a little but will NOT reschedule again!

I’m going to Epic my way through the next five days.  I CAN do this!

 

I dreamt last night that I went to live in a big giant house with lots of rooms.  Husband was with me.  I had my arms looped through his.  We were walking down a long hallway, trying to find the kitchen, when a man walked right through us.  I thought, “that was weird”.  Then a little girl did the same thing.  They didn’t even see us.  Then there was a woman and I noticed that I could see right through her.  She looked at me and I screamed, “I’m not afraid of you”.  There were ghosts everywhere and they were talking to me.  They all wanted jobs.  The house was big and they thought we should turn it into a hotel retreat with an organic garden and fly fishing.  I couldn’t figure out how I was going to teach the ghost’s to communicate with the guests.  It was going to be a problem.  My daughters showed up to see the new house and the only one who would talk to me was my three year old granddaughter.  She was full of questions and told me she loved me and I was her best friend.  Her mother kept telling her to stop it.  I was getting mad and frustrated because they wouldn’t let her talk to me.  They look at Husband and tell him to come with them, they want to see the gardens.  They start to leave and I’m screaming and screaming for them to stop.  The woman ghost looks at me and I hear her thinking, “They can’t see us”.  And I know.  I’m so sad.