I had the silliest dream! I was in a crisis situation (I can't really explain it but it was a natural crisis, that everyone was pitching in to help), then all of a sudden I am on a scaffolding thing and there's a scale. I get on it and I am 207 lbs and I remember being ecstatic and yelling to everyone (who is doing much more important work, mind you) that I am now under some magical weight range, and explaining that there is a weight range (I can't remember what the number range was) and I weighed just barely in the one less than the other one. Confusing enough for ya?
Anyway, I thought about it when I woke up and was thinking, "Is my brain trying to tell me that my weight loss journey is getting a bit obsessive again?"
It was so funny that the world was falling apart around me, and my one ray of hope was that I had lost 8 pounds!
Anyway, I thought about it when I woke up and was thinking, "Is my brain trying to tell me that my weight loss journey is getting a bit obsessive again?"
It was so funny that the world was falling apart around me, and my one ray of hope was that I had lost 8 pounds!






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