At the beginning of February Mark and I joined a fitness club. We have known for sometime that we need to be more proactive in living a healthy lifestyle (get more exercise, eat smaller portions, eat less processed foods, etc.) and so we have slowly been making some changes. I've been feeling pretty good about how we have been doing so far but I have noticed a strange thing happening ever since we started going to the gym to work out.
You see, after the first night we worked out I came home and went to sleep and dreamt that I (along with members of Bluer's all-star band) was going all around the twin cities in the search for the perfect donut. During the course of the dream we would go to different bakeries and I (and I alone) would take a bite or two out of random donuts.Then after discovering it was not all I had hoped it would be I would get in the car and go to the next place. Through out the dream the task at hand (finding the perfect donut) was of the
utmost importance. Every one involved in the search understood the seriousness of the matter.
Now, if that dream was not strange enough for you...the story gets better. Last night Mark and I went and worked out again. Then when I went to sleep I found myself having a very similar dream. This time it involved Mark and I on a search for the greatest chocolate malt in the metro-area. Once again we would go place to place, sampling their chocolate malt. Then we would move on, when it didn't meet our standards of excellence.
Coincidence...I think not. If I had to guess, I would think that the next time we work out in the evening I will be having a dream about the quest for the perfect piece of cake...no, I take the back the perfect french silk pie....no, no, no the perfect
chai ...or maybe creme brulee...mmmm cheese cake...