Essence

The weirdest fucking thing just happened...

I was taking a nap, minding my own dream business, when the happy contents of my dream turned to a more sinister tone... I started dreaming of food.

Someone was throwing Oreos at me, you know, common daily practice; and I decided to eat one.

I think I had two in the dream.

But this is where it gets weird.

Instead of pigging out, like normal binge dreams-

I contemplated it.

I mentally contemplated it.

And then, I thought about being skinny, and I realized, oh shit, if I had these I'm not going to be as skinny as I want to be tomorrow.

Then dream me decided, well, I better not do anymore damage...

And put the Oreos aways.

I think this is fucking phenomenal.

This is a sign to me, that I will lose the weight (and that perhaps I may be slightly psychotic, but eh, details). I feel really good about dream me's actions.

Even my sub-conscious wants to be a skinny bitch.

However, in the dream, I was coming to terms with the fact that I'd throw myself into low-carb hell by eating those Oreos, and I was very sad.

I woke up, and wanted to cry.

"I just want to be thin," was my first thought.

But slowly, ever so slowly, my mind cleared of that hazy after-nap fog...

There are no Oreos here.

And my mind, and stomach, rejoiced. 

My heart leapt for joy....

I hadn't fucked up.

I was okay.

I will be thinner tomorrow.

And that's all that really matters to me.

Intake:

8 slices turkey breast

1 mozzarella cheese stick

salad w/ chicken, hot sauce and mustard