Last night I had a bad dream…

In it I dreamt I had dinner with someone I had not seen in a long, long time and all he/she (I honestly can’t remember if it was a he or a she) had to say was that I had gained weight.

Egaaad.

Sadness.

Okay, I know it isn’t true, because I have been maintaining my weight. In fact, it’s been at a steady place for quite a bit. I’m not too upset about that anymore because I realize that since I’ve been doing the yoga thing, I’ve built a lot of muscle and so that’s probably why the weight doesn’t seem to be dropping. My clothes fit much better now, too. In fact, those cutesy funny tee shirts with cartoon characters and all that I never could wear are now often what I wear for yoga class. So I suppose that’s gotta be a good thing, right?

I guess the dreams may be stemming from the fact that I was feeling a wee bit guilty because lately I have been so busy at work I cannot maintain the almost daily yoga sessions or walks with my dogs. I have also been eating a little too much rice lately. And M&M’s. Hayz. And yes…I have been starting to emo-eat a little too much again.

To be fair, I think I have been managing the whole eating in moderation thing much better. Even though I do eat with less strict control, I do eat now with more mindfulness. For example, I may indulge in some of my favorite chocolates, but unlike before, I don’t eat the whole thing in one setting.

But that dream…egaaaad….maybe it’s just a gentle reminder for me that I should continue to be mindful of what I eat and to take note of the emotions that are leading to my cravings.