Sweet Dreams (Not!)

Please pardon this random blog about nothing in particular (like a Seinfeld episode) but I just had to write/rant about my dream last night. And since the subject is beauty-related I thought it would be ok. So I wake up this morning (after a not so restful night sleeping on the couch with my husband because our a/c is broken and the living room is the coolest area in the house) and as I’m going through my normal pre-work routine my dream from last night starts to come back to me: We were going to have a party at our house and I was at the grocery store getting food for it. I remember I was checking the calorie content of all the snack foods to find the least-fattening ones, and I was also worrying about my carb intake.

That’s all I could recollect but it was enough! Can’t I even DREAM without worrying about my weight??? Sheesh! I mean, dreams are supposed to be about sugarplum fairies and winning the lottery, NOT whether or not I’ll fit into my jeans next week! And by the way, I’m not some waif thin stick with anorexic tendencies, or a work out addict. In fact, it takes every ounce of strength I have to get to the gym twice a week. I’m just a regular woman trying to keep my girlish figure. I think about my weight and food as much as the rest of you (which is probably more than any of us would like to admit). Regardless, I was just annoyed that my brain had an opportunity last night to make me a millionaire, or put me on a yacht in the Mediterranean with Brad Pitt, but instead it had me calculating how many Baked Lays I could eat before the butt of my jeans would split.

Oh and p.s. - The a/c repair people called this morning to say they can’t fix our system because it’s raining so we now have to wait until Monday. I wonder what kind of dreams three more restless nights on the couch will bring…probably giant Cheeto’s with legs chasing me through the gym. Stay tuned…