More Messages From Dreamland

so this morning i had a dream where i was at work, but of course, it wasn't work. and i had two women supervisors (never, ever a good thing, sorry gloria steinem) and i got a lecture of sorts on buying nicer and better work cloths. i'm not sure what that dream was about. my work clothes are just okay--i used to have a nicer wardrobe when i wasn't overweight. now i have stuff from kohl's, which are okay. maybe my subconscious is trying to tell me, in a subtle way, it's time to weigh less.

but you know, it's gonna take a lot more than that to get my sorry (and fat) ass to the gym. and although i miss the way i used to look, wearing cute clothes, and having energy, i am so draino-ed from work every day that the only place i want to be is at home. safe and sound in my pajamas.

too bad motivation and willpower don't come in capsule form. i would never miss going to the gym ever again. and yes, i get it, i'm lazy!