I had a recurring dream last night that my entire self has been condensed to like an octopus tentacle or something like that. No arms or legs.  Just had sort of and that's it. And I know it's a punishment for something and I get super upset about not being able to touch anyone ever again. And then I wake up panting. 

Body changes

Before I started this diet, and several years early, I had lordosis. Basically that means my back dent was really deep and my spine was kind of J shaped.  My tailbone was always in need of cracking and it was awful.

I've lost enough weight now that my back dent is almost gone. I guess the diagnosis would be gone too!  And I've been cracking my back a LOT more. In fact, I can now crack my tailbone while sitting on the toilet, which is just about the most awesome thing ever. It's the little things, right?

Google says that back pain is a common symptom of losing weight quickly.  I'm right there in the normal camp with that. My back is constantly in pain all the way from my hips and butt to my shoulders.  Supposedly your body gets "comfortable" being fat and when you change it your body has to compensate. But that's ok! I'll deal with pain for a bit.

I had another food dream last night. It was pretty fabulous! We were at a parade in Chinatown and it was awesome and huge. But it was kind of like mardi gras. Instead of throwing beads, they were throwing wontons and egg rolls. I was jumping around and catching them in my mouth! It was amazing :D

I would most definitely like to have that dream again. Maybe nightly. 

The fat just walks away....

This is going on every night....the fat just walks away.

I'm finding more and more that everything can be likened to a Doctor Who analogy.  Especially this journey.

So yesterday was really hard. I was REALLY craving pasta and bread.  Especially since I tried a new recipe on the fam that was pretty amazing smelling.

Today I'm having a little "bake-down" my husband calls it.

I've noticed that I weigh about 3-5 lbs more at night. And then in the morning, I lose like 1-3 lbs. That seems to be the trend. I don't know what else it could be. It doesn't make sense.

Since we've been back in PA, the weight loss has been slowing. Today I lost a little less than a lb. And had a bad nightmare about being fat. I'll go into details about that in a min.  So hubby thinks that the water is to blame. In MD, we've been getting super filtered magical water from Mom's Organic Market.  And the weight loss there was like 3-4 lbs. Now granted, that was only 3 weigh ins before we drove back to PA, but still. That's a pretty big minus.  So here, we just have fridge filtered water. And hubs thinks it's not good enough. I've been having poopie problems since we've gotten back, which could be water related because lord knows I'm not eating enough to have issues. And the weight loss has slowed to less than 2 lbs. It could be that my body is adjusting to steady weight loss, but he thinks it's the water causing issues.  He said it's not filtered as nicely as the fancy water so I'm getting stupid chemicals. I guess we'll wait until I'm back in MD to test his theory. What do you guys think?

Now, back to the dream. I dreamed that I was a girl in school named Carrie (no, not like the horror film) but it was first person. Like I wasn't Carrie, but I was Carrie. And everyone was awful to me and kept taking all my clothes. So I had to sit in a corner and cry with my back pack and a hand towel.  All the nice girls who offered me their spare clothes to wear were much smaller than me so I couldn't fit into any of them. I/Carrie was too fat to fit into any of the clothes. So I had to wear the male gym teacher's spare gym stuff and I ran home crying because I was so sad. And then at home, I had a major binge fest on fresh grapes and bananas. Crazy right? So what am I doing today? I'm baking like crazy. Totally sensible.  In my head.

Crazy dreams takin' over me!

So first things first, I weighed myself this morning after day 1 of the diet. 4 lbs gone! Woosh! Crazy! I don't feel any different but wow! Today was easier with the hunger and Dr Google says it'll be no thang by day 3-6.  Here's hoping!

Something you should know about me is that I dream in technicolor and surround sound on a 3d imax screen. My dreams are INSANE and vivid. But the dream I had last night went beyond typical for me.

So in the dream there was this blonde male fugitive. He was on the run from the government for a crime he didn't commit and was completely innocent. Hubs and I KNEW we HAD to protect him because we were totally compelled by it being the right thing to do.  We dropped off the kids at my in laws and went on the run with the fugitive. 

The first place we stayed was an old hunting cabin in the middle of the woods. We were hiding out there and I tried to get water to drink but the water from the tap was rusty.  And I kept running it but the rust wouldn't go away. So we decided to walk/drive/teleport (not sure of this one....) to a grocery store that was like Super Walmart style. We were in the parking lot and this guy in a club wagon (like the 15 seater van) noticed the fugitive and said "Hey get in, I'll drive you out of here so we can stay on the run."  We didn't trust him, but we felt like we had to go with him because otherwise he'd turn in the fugitive for the one million dollar bounty.

We drove for a while and ended up in some tiny hillbilly town in Appalachia PA.  We told the driver to go to the ghetto hotel and we'd stay there for the night.  (my  brain has a "stock image" hotel parking lot that is kind of winding and makes no sense at all. This was the same stock image)  We went there and Hubs checked in using his credit card. Meanwhile I was looking at the gift shop and seeing toys and feeling sad that I might never see the kids again but completely at peace that I was doing the right thing.

After hubs paid with a credit card, the driver went off to get some food. Then Hubs, me, and the fugitive ran across town to the other hotel (thankfully a nice one because you KNOW I'm not staying in no dumpy hotel).  Hubby paid in cash with a false ID at that one because we were going to throw the fbi off the trail by using the credit card at the first hotel.  So we'd ditched the driver. Then I pulled hair dye out of my purse and we dyed the fugitive's hair brown and made him wear a surgical face mask with the excuse that "his immune system is compromised" so he wouldn't get recognized.

After that, I woke up. So that dream was like a whole movie! I don't know what the ending was. I hope dream me got back with the kids and that the fugitive got pardoned!