I talk to Myself all the time... and it's usually all about Me.
I had a rather funny and disturbing conversation with Myself just the other day that I thought would be fun to share... sure made Me laugh.
I was sitting here pondering some recent weight gain and the need to get Myself out and get Me
I thought to Myself that I needed to go walking everyday... maybe even try and get Myself out before lunch for a quick walk and again later when it's time for Me to pick up the mail. Now this is the funny part. I then thought to Myself - "hey I could even run for part of the trip if I get Myself a pair of running sneaks - it would be good for Me". Now this 'thought' I just had really makes Me laugh out loud because I haven't run anywhere in forever... like not since I was a child. OK maybe I chased my granddaughter around a bit... but she was 3 years old - it didn't wear Me out
After laughing at Myself for such a silly thought - I couldn't help but still believe I did run... I remember running... vaguely... where was it I ran? I vaguely remember running around our neighborhood in MA... I can almost see Me doing it. But that can't be true - although I 'remember it' I'm pretty sure I would never drag Myself outta my house to do such a thing. But it all seemed so real to Me...
For crying out loud... was that a dream I was remembering? Could a dream have felt that real to Me that I could have convinced Myself that I actually could haul my butt around the neighborhood - running? Me? Ha -Not likely!
I then had one of those moments where I questioned the sanity of Myself... I couldn't for the life of Me figure out why it seemed so real... yet wasn't.
There is only one question that Me, Myself and I would like the answer to... if I dream of excercise - does it do Me any good? I could probably dream Myself skinny in no time if it did.
What do You think? I mean besides the fact that I need to find someone other than Me, Myself, and I to have a conversation with.