Dream Dream Dream...
One of my best friends, in real life, just had a surgery. Her weightloss journey is an amazing one, and I couldn't be more proud of her. She has strength and determination that I feel that I could only dream of. I look up to her in many more ways than one.
Last night I was thinking about how different my life would be if I didn't carry this weight. If I had the strength that she did to make better choices. She helps me all the time, making better choices and asking me "Do you really need to eat that?" It's really beneficial because when she's not there, I still hear that little voice going "Mallory, think about this!"
Last night I fell asleep pretty hard, I was wicked exhausted. And I fell right into a dream. I was laying in the hospital debating if this is really want I wanted to do. I was a mess, crying, rolling around in the bed, and ultimately having a hissy fit because I couldn't decide if I really wanted something to be so, permanent.
I finally decided that I really could do this, and I was ready for a change. I looked at both of my grandmothers that were there, and said "I love you" Before being rolled in the back for prep. I remember the surgery. I was watching it, and it was strange...but when I came out of surgery, I looked like a brand new person...and I woke up with tears in my eyes.
The power behind dreams...do you think that there is any? Or are these jst thoughts that our brain continues to cycle as we rest our bodies at the end of the day?
Last night I was thinking about how different my life would be if I didn't carry this weight. If I had the strength that she did to make better choices. She helps me all the time, making better choices and asking me "Do you really need to eat that?" It's really beneficial because when she's not there, I still hear that little voice going "Mallory, think about this!"
Last night I fell asleep pretty hard, I was wicked exhausted. And I fell right into a dream. I was laying in the hospital debating if this is really want I wanted to do. I was a mess, crying, rolling around in the bed, and ultimately having a hissy fit because I couldn't decide if I really wanted something to be so, permanent.
I finally decided that I really could do this, and I was ready for a change. I looked at both of my grandmothers that were there, and said "I love you" Before being rolled in the back for prep. I remember the surgery. I was watching it, and it was strange...but when I came out of surgery, I looked like a brand new person...and I woke up with tears in my eyes.
The power behind dreams...do you think that there is any? Or are these jst thoughts that our brain continues to cycle as we rest our bodies at the end of the day?
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