Dreams

I had truly strange dreams last night. I know it is because I didn’t do very well at Weight Watchers this week. Here is the dream:

I was speaking with a woman I have only met twice. A Weight Watchers Recruiter. In any case, she was sitting across the desk from me, and she was asking me about the things that I eat for each meal. No problem, I started telling her and she stopped me, and then told me to tell her each meal, and the points involved.

I stuttered and stammered and tried to recall how many points in each thing that I put on my plate had! I could feel my nerves climb and then there was no sound coming from my mouth.

Last week I did not journal, so I cannot tell you how many points I ate. That is not a good thing. I know I do my very best when I write absolutely everything down.

Perhaps this is a kick in the pants from my subconscious? I’m not exactly sure, but I know that I do plan to measure, weigh it and write it this week!