Brownie Dreamin'

I had a weird dream last night.
Long story short, I dreamed that I had to complete all these mazes and riddles in different rooms, all movie and book themed, to be allowed to enter the "new world." The type of world I got was based on how well I did in the challenges. I am guessing I didn't do that well because, in my world, everything was beautiful but everyone was elderly.
That is actually neither here nor there.
Brownie popped up in my dream. He was supposed to help me with one of the mazes, but all we did was argue. He refused to tell me why he stopped being my friend and left me to figure out the maze myself.
Here is the thing: I was originally hurt about Brownie friend dumping me. Understandably, he was one of my besties. But I don't feel as broken up about it anymore. However, it is not until recently that he has started to pop up in my dreams.
I have always looked forward to having dreams. They let me know what I need to focus on, but the Brownie special appearances are confusing. It's been over a year since we actually spoke to each other. And they are not warning dreams. He's fine. His wife follows me on Instagram and they seem to be living the newlywed life.
Perhaps my brain is telling me that I am more hurt than I think, even though I don't feel it. Or maybe Brownie isn't Brownie but a deeper message of neglect or something. Sigh. The questions you could answer if you could afford a shrink.

The BronzeLens film festival went down last weekend. It was chili, a great time to break out the sweater.

Watch out word! Someone has taught my daddy how to take selfies! I love it!

Good Vibrations

Fran asked me if I have a vibrator. Apparently, she heard Dr. Oz say that women need at least two orgasms a week.
I don't think I am going to get on that bandwagon. The last thing I need is another addiction. Snacking is taking up so much of my time as it is.

The Bounce Back

Trying to rededicate yourself to working out after you have fallen off the wagon and gotten ran over  by it is VERY hard. People always told me it was imperative to stick with it, now I see why. Starting over again sucks.
As you know, my last day at the gym was a COMPLETE nightmare. I will not lie. In typical Holly fashion I was prepared to give up and polish off the rest of my Halloween candy. But I didn't. I went to the gym with my aunt yesterday and took the AquaFit class, which is pretty much water aerobics. And no, you don't burn a lot of calories in the class. But it was more important for me to just be in the gym because if I didn't go again, I knew I wouldn't go again.
It was fun but I have obviously gained weight. My swimsuit cut across my ass like a G-string. I was fully aware of this before my aunt had to announce, "I think you have gained weight. It looked like you were wearing a thong."
But you know your girl Holls. Not even having my ass exposed will keep me out of the water.

Gym Wars

Yesterday I made the decision to go the gym. This decision ended in me waiting on the bus to go home while trying to hide the fact that I was having an anxiety attack. So here we go:
Since Friday, I had been sitting in my room, pigging out on discounted Halloween candy. By the time yesterday rolled around, I just felt icky and gross. I looked up the class schedule for my gym, and decided to go take a Zumba class.
First, let me just say that that move is COMPLETELY out of my character. But everyone said that Zumba was fun, and my aunt lives by it, so with the support of Fran and KT I took the train to the 7 pm class...which does not exist. Apparently, they chucked that time slot and didn't change it online. The 7pm class they were offering yesterday was Kickbox Cardio. Against my better judgment, I decided to take the class. And by take, I mean attempt to keep up for 5 minutes before I ran out of the class screaming.
I think the anxiety attack began when I noticed that the four petite Asian woman in front of me in the class, standing side by side, equaled to the same size as me. Then, during the class, they started jumping. I haven't jumped since grade school!
So I texted Fran for inspiration, and she told me to do 20 minutes on the treadmill. I did, but I felt like a loser next to the woman beside me. To stretch, I kid you not, she hit a split over the treadmill handle bars!
That 20 minutes on the treadmill felt like 2 hours, and I only burned 133 calories. I brought a yogurt as a snack and was so disappointed. The yogurt was 190 calories! I didn't even burn enough to burn off the calories of the yogurt.
By the time I left the locker room, where I'd sat for over an hour watching skinny, beautiful women prance around in thongs, my mind was filled with all types of negative thoughts. And by the time I reached the bus stop, I was crying, trying to control my breathing. Poor Fran. God bless her for trying to keep me level headed via texts all the way from New York.
By the time I got home I was so emotionally and physically toasted that I don't even remember getting into bed. Needless to say, I am on the fence about going back to the gym.

An East Point 'Ween

I was a cat or a mouse, not sure which.

I made sure to get good candy. I hated it when I was little when I only got gum and peppermints.

The first treaters.

Best costume, but only because I couldn't get a pic of the kid that was a flying purple people eater.

 The demanding bunch. They told me what pieces they wanted and dug in my candy bowl!

Cute right?

These girls are cousins, not sisters. Don't get it wrong!

 

Last year no one knocked on my door for Halloween. I was VERY disappointed, because Halloween is one of my fav holidays. But this year, it was almost like they wouldn't stop coming! The treaters wiped me out of candy in less than an hour! Fran alerted me that I gave them too much each, lol. But they were all so adorable...and weirded out when I asked to take their pics after I gave them the candy. There was a lot of rush and fuss on my end for just 45 minutes out of the night, but it was worth it.