Last week I have been so tired, that the dreams from the night before are non existent in my memory. Except for this short dream.
In my Dream... I was at the YMCA and was in the locker room to weight myself. The machine was old, and it needed me to put in a quarter to get my weight. Once the quarter had been inserted, I stepped on and the scale read 136. In my dream, that sounded like a strange number, higher than I remembered. But I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked the same. So I told myself that as long as I felt good and strong, the number on the scale didn't matter.
I am going to be completely honest with you. I don't own a scale. I just don't believe that those numbers give me any relevant information . There is no benefit for me to know how much pressure the gravity is putting on me on any given day. I don't value myself by a number on that machine.
Last time I weighted myself was at my Mom's house. The scale said 118. It was the night after Bird in Hand Half Marathon. The number made me laugh a little, because I had run the Half Marathon only on my shorts and sports bra showing my giggly belly. And I felt great! Years ago, this number would have scared me. But not today.
I gave up a long time ago on having a flat stomach, I just love donuts and bread too much. and I don't love sit ups quite as much, or at all. Yet, I still have bony legs and arms. Many years ago the sight of my collar bones would have made me angry and upset, and sent me to find a scarf to cover them up. No, skinny does not equal happy.
But today, I am happy with my body. From the skinny hands, to the gray hairs coming in. This body has gotten me through giving birth, through many stressful moments at work, through happy moments, through many races, and so many more things to come!
And can somebody explain to me, why can I read numbers on a scale on a dream, but I can't read directions to turn off a bomb in a dream? So weird!
Can you read numbers in your dreams?
Can you read words ?
Do you remember your dreams?
Do you love donuts more or bread more? I don't discriminate. I love both!