Since starting my "Radiant Recovery", I've been enjoying having vivid dreams that I remember when I wake up. Most of my dreams are at the very least, entertaining, but last night was a weird one. I was exhausted yesterday evening and went to bed at 6 p.m. instead of going to Tango practice (which was too bad, since I'll only have a couple more times to dance with M. before we have to teach together in June). I dreamed that I was in a wheelchair, except for when I had to stand up to lift it over things like barricades (???), and except when I was dancing the Tango with a man who had one leg and a plastic bag for a body, whose wife didn't love him anymore. Perhaps my upcoming 5-year MS anniversary has something to do with this stream of [un]consciousness?
In other Potato News, I'm still falling off the wagon once a week, but becoming more annoyed by it because I notice how much better I feel when I'm on track. I'm really resisting starting the journaling part of the plan, so that's the next hurdle. I can verify that the nighttime potato does not work when eaten with protein. I tried it once because I hadn't eaten for a long time (bad scheduling). Would have been better just going with the potato.