You know it is bad when:
Thursday, September 10, 2009
I dreamt about being sick last night. Twice. I woke up from a long, involved dream about being dehydrated and needing to blow my nose.
Who dreams about blowing their nose?!
Anyway, going to the hypnotherapist this week did improve my attitude, outlook, and mental energy but it didn't magically make me "better" about sugar or cure my illness. Just so you know I'm still me and not expecting a miracle, just a boost.
A few times now I've had the experience of being done eating and just pushing whatever it was away almost reflexively. While I am still not off the sugar or cooking at home all the time, that "I'm done" feeling and reflexively ending a meal when I feel it are so welcome.
Now if only I wasn't sick!