I dreamt that I was skinny...

Well, not skinny but that I had reached my goal and my thunder thighs were less thunderous.

Usually I dream about randomness, mixing my reality and my fantasy into some weird production in technicolor where I can't tell if what I wanted to happen, happened. But nooo, not this time. I saw it.

I was in my inspiration pants that are presently taunting me 31 days before my first vacation in over a year AND they were loose. As if that wasn't enough, I was gloating about how I did it to one of my fitness accountability partness.

I'm not sure if I should keep this dream to myself in case it becomes a nightmare in 32 days but I guess it's the inspiration I need to get up at 5:30/6am and workout.