1 + 1 Does Not Equal 2

This just doesn't make sense. Now first of all, for the record, I am surely NOT complaining, but I'm just as mystified as ever.

I firmly believe weight loss equals calories in, minus calories out (burned). So why, after the huge indulgence of the ice cream treat yesterday, am I in fact down half a pound? I guess it has to have something to do with a normal fluctuation, in combination with the calories in/out thing (157.2 in case you're wondering). So it makes me wonder, do we ever REALLY know how much we weigh? I'm thinking probably not. I guess it's like Beck says, just a number, data for our consideration. OK, hopefully it won't bite me tomorrow because it's my "official" weigh in day and I want the data low(er).

Last night I had a really strange dream. That's the thing about not working and getting a full night's sleep on a regular basis, you dream more. Anyway, in a nutshell, I found myself running a marathon. The gun went off and I started running when I realized,

"Oh, crap, I'm still wearing my warm up clothes".

So I continue on a bit and then I realize,

"Oh crap, I'm wearing combat boots instead of my running shoes".

Apparently I bought them as part of a (years earlier) Halloween costume. Anyway, my feet were bouncing all around in them since they were way too big and I knew it would be a problem.

So I decided to take off the top of my warm ups, and tie it around my waist. That's when I realized,

"Oh crap, I also have some other bottoms here on a hanger".

So I took the pants on the hanger and was planning on hooking it behind me after I got the top tied around my waist. Of course, all the while I'm running in these too big combat boots. Then I realized,

"Oh crap, I have my black dress and some shirts here on hangers
too".

How I didn't notice I was carrying my whole wardrobe prior to this moment escapes my understanding but it was after all, a dream. I continue to run with all these clothes hanging off my back, hooked to the shirt tied around my waist, in my combat boots.

I pass the aid station at mile 1, and then at mile 3 decide I better stop and do something about all this stuff. I have also realized I have no visor or sun glasses either. So I pull into the "aid station" which is actually more of an aid building. It is as big as a mall, with lots of tables and chairs, with signs with numbers on them. Your bib number correlated to a table which would bring friends together. My bib number was 740 (is this significant?) so I went to the table with 740 on it and sure enough found hubby and selected friends (like a Face Book of running). I discussed my situation, no one had any solutions, and then they left me to my own to figure it out.

I found an empty closet to hang everything in, then left but with the concern that the "aid station" would be closed by the time I finished the marathon, and I might have to fly home without being able to retrieve my clothes (and I really liked that black dress, it was very cute).

So I leave the mall-like aid station and begin running. Then I realize, I am running in my stocking feet (just wearing my Power Sox). The combat boots are no longer on my feet. The road is shredding my feet rather quickly, but I am impressed that my stride seems rather light and consider the merits of barefoot running. I don't make it even a quarter of a mile when an accident involving a pink SUV with a female driver and passenger, both in pink, pass by with the SUV in flames. I end up collapsing as a result of the smoke inhalation, (but not before I snap a photo with my new camera), and am "awakened" when police try to pry my eyes open (I resist, holding my eyes as tight as I possible can). Then, I woke up.

Damn, what a dream! The prior night I dreamt that I was in the Coast Guard and hubby joked when we went to bed that he hoped I didn't join the Coast Guard again. Well, I didn't.

The thing I think is odd (besides all of it) is that at no time was I ever concerned about not being trained to run a full marathon. Anyway, tonight we're doing a hill run. I think I'll opt for the running shoes and leave all the extra clothing home in the closet.