Ran 3 point something miles after work today, despite a twinge of nausea and a very strange spaced out feeling that makes me think that there was something funny in the birthday cupcakes at work today. I’m not sure how many if any pounds I have dropped, but I feel better physically and my shape is changing into something a bit more pleasing, gradually but I can tell. Dreamed the night before last that I was running the trail at White Rock Lake, and we’d gone way past our normal turnaround point, and I realized that we’d run five miles already. The trail went up a hill and ended inside someone’s apartment living room. I recognized many of my friends inside the apartment — Debbie, Kathryn, Ginger, etc. — and realized that it was a party for Kathryn who was getting married, and that I hadn’t been invited. They were kind of finishing up, and there was cake on the table and giftwrap all around the floor, and everyone was dressed fancy and not paying much attention to me. I stood there in my running clothes, sweaty and utterly crushed, and tried to pretend that I wouldn’t have been able to come anyway and I had to get going, had things to do, you know, see you later.