For me, I have an issue with being able to stop once I have
started. I am absolutely amazed at
anyone that can buy a 2-pack of peanut butter cups, eat one and put the other
one away for later. WTF is
that? THAT, people, is will
power. If I bought that same
pack, both peanut butter cups would be eaten right away. They are like partners, I feel like I
am fulfilling their destiny to be together. How lonely that other cup must feel in the cabinet of skinny
person. It’s sad when you think
about it too long.
At any rate, I am impressed with those that go out on a limb
and are successful with weight loss.
I LOVE watching “The Biggest Loser.” Love it. I may
not have as much to lose, but the contestants on that show motivate me not only
to lose weight, but also to be a better person. Sure, sometimes I watch the show while eating a snack but
the point is, I am watching and getting inspired.
This brings me to the dream I had last night. I was a contestant on the show, but the
show was more of a “Biggest Loser”/”Amazing Race” mash-up. Which, by the way, would be
AWESOME. Anyway, we were in a Tuscan
villa, I’m assuming in Italy. We
were getting ready for this crazy challenge where we had to jump in a pool from
diving board 300 feet up in the air.
Once we jumped in, we had to swim to the deep end where there was a
ladder with only two rungs and we had to haul ourselves out of the water using
this sad excuse for a ladder.
I never really thought about having a fear of heights
before. I went parasailing a few
years ago and was scared to death, but I think that was more because I wasn’t
sure we got a reputable company. This
came to my mind when was I getting ready to jump off the board, I felt anxious
but still jumped. It’s amazing how
you can do anything in a dream.
I hit the water and started swimming to the makeshift
ladder. There was a line; even in a dream I can't be the first one in a contest. Pulling your body out of the water with
this ladder looked to be an extremely difficult task. Everyone was having some issues. I got to the ladder and saw that Bob Harper was telling people
how to attack the ladder to get out.
After a couple of tries I manage to get out, though not quite as graceful as I probably wanted. I felt pretty good about myself. Bob congratulates me but was still mad at me for not taking
things seriously. I ignored him
and headed up to the villa.
There was an outside, open shower to wash off the chlorine
from the pool and most of the contestants were trying there and trying to
decide what to have for dinner. I
walked over and looked at the menu.
It looked awesome, but at the same time I knew this was a challenge
because it was all crap. Greasy,
fried, and sugary goodness plus intestines and brains. I decided to pass on dinner because I
had a protein bar in my room. I
went to wash the chlorine off and looked up and Bob was standing there all
pissed off.
“You have to make a decision,” he said and handed me the
menu. I argued with him that there
weren’t any good choices and I came prepared with my healthier option and
walked away. He followed and
continued to hound me about making a choice. I didn’t understand what was going on because I felt I
should have at least gotten brownie points for bringing a healthy item. I was getting upset. Then Bob looked at me with great intensity
and half yelled at me, “YOU NEED TO FIGURE OUT WHAT IS HOLDING YOU BACK.” Then I woke up.
WTF. No
answer?? Of course there is
something holding me back! What is
it? Isn’t that how dreams go? One minute you are being chased by an
alligator with a flower and the next minute you wake up and wonder, “What the
hell was that about?” This fluffy dream felt real too, like I really could use a vacation to a villa in Italy. Preferably a villa with a pool and room
service…
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