Okay, I just recently received an e-mail from a girl that I went to high school with. The e-mail stated that next year will be our 20 year class reunion. 20 years...ouch. That means I am an old fart.
Hearing about the upcoming reunion majorly pushed my panic button. To say that I need to lose a few pounds is a HUGE (pun intended) understatement. The fact that I need to lose some weight was already on my mind, so yes, the e-mail freaked me out a little. Having that on my mind one night, I fell asleep and had the most random dream......
I dreamt that it was the night of my class reunion. All of my class mates were in the building eating dinner and enjoying themselves. I, on the other hand, was out jogging in the parking lot. I had huge pit rings and my hair was totally drenched with sweat. I didn't want to go in until I had lost a few more pounds. It was kind of like one of those dreams where you are TOTALLY unprepared for something. (a test, a pageant, a talk in church, you name it.) (Don't ask me why I said pageant...I've never been in a pageant and never will be. But, I HAVE had dreams that I am in a pageant and am NOT the least bit prepared.)
The next morning when I told John what I had dreamt, he looked at me like I was a total NUT JOB. Why do women care so much about things like that?
Hopefully in the next several months I will be successful in reaching my goal. Cross your fingers and say a little prayer for me! :)