The Dream Diet--Literally

So, I'm refusing cake in my dreams now.  I mean, seriously??!!  I was offered a slice of chocolate cake with vanilla icing in my dream the other night, and I politely refused because it was too fattening.  Lame!!  My subconscious should be smarter than that!  It should be smart enough to know I am actually dreaming, don't you think?  When is there a more appropriate time to eat fattening foods, guilt free?  C'mon, subconscious, work with me here!

Perhaps I could have a nice little chat with my subconscious before bedtime and send it subliminal messages, so I could overindulge in some high-calorie dream-time snacking?   I think I'm on to something here...in my dreams I could pig out, eating all the foods I adore but responsibly skip during the day.  I could eat chocolate gelato and red-velvet cupcakes and then move on to a Supersize order of McDondald's French fries, followed up by a slice or two of pepperoni pizza.  In my REM state, there would be no weight gain and, almost just as exciting--no exercise!!  How amazing would that be?!  All the joy of eating, but none of those pesky calories ever hit my thighs or add to that ever-faithful pooch in my belly.  A little subliminal suggestion or two before bedtime could move my secret snack stash out of the pantry and into my nightly reverie.

What I find so bizarre is that I never really craved bad-for-you foods until I realized they were actually bad for you.  I was never that girl who HAD to have dessert with dinner.  I never really lived to eat; I ate to live.  But when I decided I was going to live to eat healthy, that's when it slowly started--The Cravings.  Like a stealthy cat, my Cravings stalked me slowly--patiently.  Once they had me in their sights, those cravings rushed me like a kitty juiced up on catnip.  There was no escape.  Maybe if I use a little reverse psychology and go back to telling myself that I can eat whatever I want, the cravings will go back to Pride Rock and rejoin their own Circle of Life leaving me alone.

I know that eating healthy, as annoying as that may be sometimes, is the best thing for me.  I try to love my salads and sugar-free existence, but of course there are those days when the French fries win.  So right now, I think my best plan of action is to try my new nightly mantra--"I will dream of eating cake.  I will dream of eating cake.  I will dream of eating cake." 

I just have one quick question: Does my subconscious look fat? 

Awesome Yummy Cake photo by Ellen Caranasos www.ellencphotography.com