McDreamy

I'm not trying to go overboard on dream entries, but I had another dream last night. (And let me assure you, these are real dreams.) I had dropped off my son at a birthday party and was going back to get him. They had served McDonald's food, and my son came out carrying a bag with what he hadn't finished (half a cheeseburger and some french fries). When he got into the car, I absentmindedly reached into the bag, grabbed a few fries and popped them into my mouth. No sooner had I swallowed the fries when I realized, "I'm in so much trouble! Alissa is going to kill me!" (Alissa is one of my nutritionists, and you should hear her talk about french fries.) I woke up in a cold sweat. It felt so real that it actually took me a little while to realize that I didn't have to record imaginary dream food in my nutrition journal.

This is a major change for me. I actually care about what I eat now. It matters to me. For dinner tonight, I ate bison steak with mushrooms, onions, broccoli and melon (prepared by my lovely, awesome wife). It was so much more enjoyable than a few stolen, fictional french fries.

On another note, my wife and I ran a 5K today and both of us set personal bests. I shaved eleven minutes off my time from the 5K I ran last month. Seriously! I'm collecting my bibs from these races and I'm tacking them on my wall at work. After I get a few more bibs, people will start thinking that I'm a track star ... and I aim to make sure they're not mistaken.