Here Comes the Sun… – The Shrinking Jeans of Melissa


March 3, 2009 By Lissa

In an attempt to pull me out of my funk yesterday, my husband MADE me get out of bed and shower. I did not go to the gym, but he did drive me to the tanning salon and MAKE me go in while he waited in the car. And then we got Starbucks and went grocery shopping. Did I mention that was the first time I had left the house since going out for dinner with my Dad on Friday??

This morning I awoke with my dreams still fresh in my mind. I had dreamt of running a marathon. No lie. I actually ran and ran and ran. I remember waking up just drenched in sweat as well. That counts as a workout, right? Just kidding. ;o) I finished the 26.2 miles in two and a half hours. Holy crap! That is faster than my half-marathon time! Justin tried to analyze my dream on one of those websites, but basically I think it just means, “Hey, you need to get your ass to the gym!”

And I did. I went to the gym. It sucked. It was hard. But I went. And maybe, MAYBE, that is all I needed to make that sun start peeking through again.