Sunday, October 27, 2013

Random Thoughts Brought to You By the Letter 'D'

Diets. I don't do them. My friend who is a trainer once put me on a diet (I asked, she didn't suggest!) and it lasted exactly 1.5 days. It was chicken, rice, and veggies all things I like typically just not by force. But I also had to eat like five egg whites for breakfast - barf - and a bunch of snacks throughout the day when I wasn't even hungry! When you are restricted it makes you want it more. Or, is that just me? Any other diet rebels out there? I don't really like McDonald's but tell me I can't have it and I'll hoard a 20-piece Chicken McNuggets like I'm an addict. Unhealthy on so many levels.

Cheers to people with discipline and double cheers to people who care enough about their health to be conscientious of what they're eating. But calm down on the diets. What works for some may not work for others. A diet works for you. Doesn't work for me.

Dreams. Sometimes when I tell people about my dreams I suspect they think I am lying and I am making things up. I don't blame them. My dreams are pretty hardcore. Case in point: last week I had a dream that I was in Thailand visiting a haunted house. Not a Halloween haunted house but a house haunted by a ghost. Now this is where it gets unbelievable -- in my dream, the ghost inhabited my body! I was electrocuted at which time the ghost became part of me. In. my. body. When the spirit left I told the woman of the house what the ghost (who was a male) said. I can't remember what that was, but isn't that f'n crazy. I can't remember what I ate for dinner that night. It wasn't Thai food. I also had a dream the other night that I was in a boat riding alongside of a killer whale but I wasn't scared.

I have a dream diary. I write down my dreams as I remember them and then I go back to read them just to confirm how fucked up I am.

Dinner. The orange chicken in the frozen section of Trader Joe's is AWESOME. I made this tonight with fried rice. And by made, I put the chicken in the oven and put the fried rice in a pan then mixed the two together. Baby steps.

Defense mechanism. I was reading something in Psychology Today that made me wonder if I use sarcasm as a defense mechanism. I'm pretty sure not. I think I was born that way.

Happy Sunday! Don't be one of those punks who dread Mondays. I get the most done on Mondays and then my attention slowly dwindles as the week goes on.

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