Dieting and Dreaming

Okay so, I dream. Don't you love it when people tell you their dreams? You are like, cool. That is crazy. Whoa, what do you think that means? ....and all that shit.

So.........listen to my dream:

As we somewhat know, my most memorable dreams include teenybopper boys. JTT, Joey McIntyre, Nick Carter, Justin Timberlake and any other boyband member that shared a group with the aforementioned hunks. (no need to google all those guys. they are boyband members sometimes with brown hair, sometimes with bleach blond) My dreams are/were innocent. I begin as a friend and then make them fall in love with me. Sometimes they sing me a song. We sit on couches and talk. I may have even done a choreographed dance with JT, I can't really remember 100%. Anyway, it is always so fun and then I wake up. I used to wake up alone. Now with my husband. And his morning hair. No choreographed pop-lock dancing.

Anywho, what was my point?

Oh yea.

So I am dieting, blah, blah, we know.

I have dreamt twice about accidentally eating things I am not suppose to on my diet and I get SO mad because I totally f-ed it up for nothing. I have been eating yams and apples and adzuki beans until they come out my ears and I go and accidentally eat a pizza...or lasagna with turkey....I know weird...and oh.my.god that sounds so f-ing good btw....and I am so mad.

The other night, JT was my buddy and we were chatting over coffee and I was so lovestruck I drank the damn coffee. It was raining. In case you were wondering. And then I was mad but didn't want to tell him because then I would have to explain what I am dieting for and it just wasn't worth it.

So I wake up a bit angry. a) because it takes me a second to realize I didn't break my diet beyond repair. b) JT is gone and so is my latte.