So I dreamt last night that I went to a Weight Watchers meeting. There's a WW's meeting place in our barely-alive mall (we have a big one with lots of shops, but there's a dinosaur of a mall that refuses to die and that's where the WW meetings are), and in my dream I go into the mall and think, "hey, I should go to a meeting."
I wait in line, go to the counter, fill out the paperwork, explain that I am a WW online member and have about 15 more pounds to lose. I feel a little awkward and out of place, since I'm so close to goal.
And then, out of nowhere, Russell Crowe shows up and sweeps me off my feet. He dances with me right there in the WW's office. He tries to kiss me and I say "no, you can't!" Then my high school boyfriend shows up, all mad and upset that I'm with Russell Crowe (my husband is nowhere in this dream--weird, eh?).
Then I wake up. And I didn't even get to go to the meeting! Or kiss Russell Crowe.
How to interpret this dream?
Perhaps I need to start logging my food in WW online again. And stop falling asleep with the TV on.
No workout yesterday. Planning on running tonight, 3 miles. I've pretty much decided that I am going to do the Evansville half marathon in October. I need to have something on the calendar to motivate me, or I'm afraid my running is going to evaporate into thin air. I still love weight lifting classes and plan to continue the twice a week habit I've developed. And that fits in nicely with my Hal Higdon Training plan anyway, which calls for twice weekly strength training.
The 100 Push Up Challenge that everyone is doing is still in my sights, but I have yet to print off the schedule to get it going. I'm feeling pretty wimpy about it, actually. Which explains why I keep procrastinating.
And that reminds me of one of my favorite T-shirt sayings:
"Procrastinators Unite! Tomorrow."