Monday, May 12, 2008


I'm on my sixth day of the NutriSystem plan, and I'm doing pretty good.  I feel a little slimmer, but I'll know the damage when I weigh in tomorrow morning. 
I've gotten used to the food, which is really very convenient, once you get the hang of it.  I did fall into my weekend munchies trap:  I have come to see every weekend like a vacation from dieting, which is pretty bad.  I snacked on some popcorn (97% fat free) on Saturday while catching up on my Netflixed Lost Season 2 DVDs.  I amped up my vegetable fajitas by adding some fat free refried beans and cheese.  But Sunday was the worst.
I ordered ribs.  I KNOW!  I'm PMS-ing, and I had a hankering for a mess o' ribs.  Sue me.  I figure a cheat day couldn't really hurt, if I excercise and don't let it throw me completely off track.  'Cause them ribs were good.  Tomorrow's judgment day, so we'll see...
So today I'm back on track, and pretty pumped up for my workout tonight.  I'm planning an hour on the elliptical, then a half hour treadmill walk to cool down.  I know it seems like a lot, but I really enjoy the time.  I'm reading a great book, so the time flies.  It's kind of like my quiet reading time. 
The book, you ask?  Candy Girl by Diablo Cody.  She's the chick who wrote Juno, and this is her story about stripping for a year in Minneapolis.  She was working as a copy writer, and decided to try stripping for extra cash and to perform a social experiment.  The result: an effing hilarious book.  I guffawed aloud - several times - reading this at the gym the other night.
Remember when I wrote about hurting my back?  I mentioned that I kept having these dreams where I couldn't lift my thighs and butt, because they hinged on the painful small of my back.  In the dream it's like my lumbar is too small to support my massive hamhocks, as if they are a big loose molar hanging by a thread of bloody flesh from my gums. 
I know it's gross, but it's the best way to describe it.
Anyway, I had more dreams like this for the last two nights.  I can remember last night's more clearly:  I was waiting for a Metra train wearing a big backpack, and I had to crawl onto the platform.  Nobody would let me borrow their cell phone because I left my purse behind.  And I didn't know how to get back to my apartment. 
That's all pretty messed up, but the crawling thing - in these dreams, it's like I'm crawling through sand and moving too slow for everybody around me.  Like I can't catch up with anything.  It's so scary to me.
I try not to read too much into dreams (mostly because I never remember them), but these are happening so much that they freak me out.  Have you had weird recurring dreams?
So there's that,



mkieper said...

Honey...I could write you a book on my dreams. My latest one that was so bizzare that I may offend not only the ADA, but also PEDA. I had a dream that Gavin was born with one normal arm, and one little tiny gimp arm. So...I thought I would eat it so no one would notice. Then afterwards, I started to panic, so I thought I should just eat all of him to hide the evidence.

Anyway... when I think of your character in your dreams... I think it would make a great Garbage pail kid... "Lumbar Laura" Just visualize that if you will.

manda said...

Kinda scary Michelle; remind me not to let you babysit for Ella! haha

I have a recurring dream that my teeth fall out. Like, I'll be eating something, and 1 or 2 will fall out. I'll try to put them back in, and they'll stay for a little bit, but then the rest eventually fall out in a short time.

Laura, you think this relates back to Dad's front tooth that he could take off and put on? 'Member? You 'member!

Laura said...


I have teeth falling out dreams all the time!