Apparently, my subconscious thinks I need to lose weight.
Hrm. I had a nightmare last night about being fat. In the dream, I was eating one (just one!) Hershey kiss, and someone I was talking to pointed it at it and told me that was why I was so pudgy. I remember that distinctly...he said "pudgy." Not fat, not chubby, not overweight. Pudgy.
Then someone else later on in the dream asked when I'd gotten so pudgy. Same word.
Then I was at home, crying and upset, telling my husband that people had called me pudgy, and asking if I really was. He looked at me and said, "Well, honey, I hate to tell you this, but...kinda."
Then I saw myself in a mirror...there was an extra ring of flub around my face, and my arms were doing that drooping-fatroll thing. I freaked out. And woke up.
Hrm. Perhaps it's time to start exercising.
Then someone else later on in the dream asked when I'd gotten so pudgy. Same word.
Then I was at home, crying and upset, telling my husband that people had called me pudgy, and asking if I really was. He looked at me and said, "Well, honey, I hate to tell you this, but...kinda."
Then I saw myself in a mirror...there was an extra ring of flub around my face, and my arms were doing that drooping-fatroll thing. I freaked out. And woke up.
Hrm. Perhaps it's time to start exercising.