Folks, we've made it to Friday morning. It's been a HARD week. I've written about my eating issues this week, but I haven't chronicled my dreams until now.
I'm just going to say it - they have been freaky.
It all started on Monday at the gym.
There aren't a lot of people there early in the morning. We smile, nod, say hi to each other. We do our own thing. Nobody gets in the way. Except the new guy. He was in the way.
All he was really doing was pacing up and down the floor checking his Blackberry. I'm serious. And this dude takes up a lot of room - like about 450 pounds of room.
So on Monday when my workout was done, I went to the locker room, and there he was again. Right next to my locker. I saw nothing but his feet, and the fact that his BIG TOES were missing. Both feet. Missing.
My world stopped. It went silent. I was blinded. Paralyzed.
He went to the shower, and I just sat there.
So on Monday, I had lunch with a friend, and I relayed the story to her. She proceeded to tell me a story about someone she knows that doesn't have toenails, and that's when the dreams started - various dreams about the lack of toes and toenails. It must have been reinvigorated when I saw him (not the feet) again Wednesday morning.
But I'm happy to report to you that last night was dream free, and my world is just a little better this morning because of it. And this morning, I did not go to the gym.