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Sadly, this is true!

I’m not even talking about fun-flavored little packets of oat-y goodness.

I’m talking plain Quaker Oats. The old-fashioned variety. (I don’t like the quick cook – blek!!!)

Here’s the irony of the whole situation.

I remember, at best, maybe two dreams a year. I remember so few that I could probably tell you them all if I sat and thought about it long enough.

But what a disturbing picture that would weave!

And y’all don’t have time for that anyway…unless you want to hear about that recurring dream in my kindergarten years (I know, only one year there, but it just sounds so dramatic)….Big Bird had kidnapped me and we were being chased in his flying nest by the witch from that Puff and Stuff Show.

But anyway…back to my oats and the irony of it all.

I have been having oats with protein powder for meal number two this week. The protein powder is Oatmeal Cookie flavored, so it just seems like the right thing to do.

And I cannot remember to bring a measuring cup with me to work to save my life.

So I took a Styrofoam coffee cup and made a little hash mark. It’s not like it’s a big deal or anything. It’s just double the water. So, whatever amount of oats I put in, I need to put two waters and some salt.

Well, that first day…I made the biggest bowl of oats I’ve personally ever seen. We’re talking even Big Girl Adina could not eat this gelatinous pile.

The second day, I made a baby-bear-sized portion.

And all week long I battled the bowl.

You see, I know what a cooked portion should look like, but I don’t have the dry down.

And I just couldn’t remember that cup.

And about mid-week, fret sets in.

You see, I’m very stuck on the knowledge that ninety percent of the people who lose, gain their weight back.

And that weight doesn’t come back over night.

Think of Kirstie Alley fighting her battle in the public eye. She gained it back in about the same amount of time she lost it.

And I’m sure it started with something small…giving in “just once” to something she shouldn’t.

So, I keep this thought in my mind…don’t give in to the small things. Small things lead to big things.

But I didn’t know how fully I kept this thought in my mind until last night when I dreamed of oatmeal.

You see, I finally made a hash mark I think is right on that cup. (I think!)

And in my dream, I had brought the cup home to check the measure. (Disturbing that even in my dream I cannot remember to bring the cup to work. I actually brought the Styrofoam home!!!)

And…I….was….WRONG!

In my dream I was eating too much oatmeal. I woke up doing the face-palm over this knowledge!!!

But don’t my dreams tell the tale, no matter how silly they are?

To really get to where you want to be, you have to live it.

The lifestyle has become so much a part of me that it even infiltrates my dreams.

And while I’d like to think I was dreaming about my hot friend Kevin, Victor Martinez, or my world peace speech at the Miss America pageant…

I’m just dreaming of plain old Quaker Oats.

But the good news is…boring food and boring dreams means….an unbelievably fun life! Yea for me!!!

And I’ll take my Quaker Oats dream over gaining my weight back no matter how you serve it! Just no butter and no sugar, please!