This Daily Post Writing Prompt asks:
Do you remember a recent dream you had? Or an older one that stayed vivid in your mind? Today, you’re your own Freud: Tell us the dream, then interpret it for us! Feel free to be as serious or humorous as you see fit, or to invent a dream if you can’t remember a real one.
I’ve been trying to lose weight since September 2014. I’ve been very successful, but I’ve been within three pounds of my goal since August 2015. After gaining two pounds late last year, I went back to being within three pounds of the goal.
I use a fitness and food tracking app called My Fitness Pal, and when you finish logging for the day, it gives you a scenario that if today were like everyday, you’d weigh (insert pounds here) in five weeks. Sounds great and all, right? Because I can’t tell you how many times it has claimed I will weigh seventeen pounds less in five weeks if I ate a certain way everyday. That just seems a little too crash diet-esque, right? It’s not even the goal I’m aiming for.
One thing I’m convinced will happen is that I will not use the scale for a few weeks, and then all of a sudden step on it, and boom, I’m past my weight loss goal. I would be happy about this, but sad that I couldn’t celebrate the exact moment I reached my goal.
I had a dream about this the other night. I got up in the morning and said, “I had a dream that I weighed myself and was (insert lower than goal weight here). And I didn’t celebrate because I wanted to see my goal weight on the scale.”
Trust me, it was a dream. I still weigh what I did last week…three pounds from my goal.
I guess my dream was symbolic of my worry about not being able to realize my goal, or at least being able to see it happen. Though I will admit, I will be happy to move beyond my goal!
