Heart attack hubbie has had a renewed interest in Mediterranean food since his "incident". I am now living my dream life... he is officially the perfect man. However, we spent the weekend eating ourselves around the world, figuratively. From Asian to Greek to Turkish to Italian and back. One theme throughout for me? Vegetables. I know from my blog, it sounds like I don't eat them, but just fyi I don't count them in my daily food list mostly because I don't count them as calories. BUT, the vegetables I ate this weekend, were definitely worth mentioning because they were so amazing and delicious. Grilled green beans w/ julienned carrots in szechuan sauce. Marinated artichoke hearts. Roasted garlic. Stuffed olive leaves. All to excess. I didn't even think twice about what I was eating. Probably should have because these veggies were not calorie free, but it was the weekend, and the food was divine.
Weird dream. I hope my family doesn't read this blog... because I'm about to share something very... embarrassing. The reason I'm sharing is because I'd like help interpreting this. My sisters and I love interpreting dreams... but, I'm having a difficult time with this one, and don't want to talk about this with anyone I have to see face to face. So, if you reply to this, do so delicately...
As I have mentioned two hundred and fifty two times, I'm planning on getting a panniculectomy. Last Friday, I talked with the bariatric nurse here at my company who approved my LapBand surgery, and it is clear that any kind of excess skin removal will not be covered by my insurance. I know that they have made exceptions (like for people who lost the weight without surgery... but that's another bitch session). Anyway, so Saturday night... I had this dream. I was in an exam room with my surgeon... and we... were having... "liasons". I don't think of him THAT way, at all. He's decent looking, dresses well, but that's not what "it" is about for me. Anyway, the "liasons" were mutually initiated, but at the end of my dream, I was very... aggressive. I know sex dreams aren't always about sex, but I don't know what this means. I'm pretty certain it has something to do with me wanting additional surgery. Beyond that, I don't know what it could mean. And, I need to figure it out, so I can look him in the eye again. Dear god in heaven.
After my Saturday night dream? I've got nothing.
Greek yogurt & honey, mint chocolate Zone bar, fish & rice, eating out downtown for dinner tonight. Happy Monday. Not. :)