Last night in my sweet escape of sleep I sabotaged myself. I woke up confused and upset... until I realized it was a dream.
In my dream I was working (and sleeping which is VERY odd) at a bakery. Every night I would open ALL the windows to get a cross breeze which was always too strong. So strong it would knock all my plants off their shelves sometimes knocking them into the neighbours yard (and I am still trying to get them back).
So in the chaos of my sleeping pattern I started to bake 'Santa's Whiskers' (my new favorite cookie). Then I preceded to eat the entire BATCH! AH!
In my dream I just enjoyed the sweet taste, but I woke up afraid to get on the scale... angry about throwing away all my hard work.
On that note I was VERY good yesterday.... no extra snacking (healthy or otherwise). Go me!
Ok... I am always running late.
Pounds to Lose: 16