Geeks Who Are Fit

How I know when I'm serious about a goal or plan: when I have nightmares about utterly screwing it up.
I dreamed last night that at today's 4th of July party, in front of all of my aghast friends, I scarfed down handfulls of Captain Crunch with Crunchberries, straight from the box, unable to stop myself. Dori was there, her face blank with surprise as I completely threw our bet out the window. I woke up trying to figure out where I was and how I could fix it.
If this is as bad as my brain gets, I'll be OK, I think.
Actually, I'm a pretty healthy eater (my problem is always portion control), so I honestly can't remember the last time I had Captain Crunch, with or without berries. I recalled it very well in my dream: the caramel texture it gets when it sticks to one's molars for max cavity creation, the rasp of the little barrel shapes shredding the soft palate of my mouth, the fakey-fake taste of berry that stimulates the appetite worse than the biggest drug hit. Ugh, I'm done thinking about them for another decade.
Besides, if I'm going to mess up an important goal, I'm not gonna do it with nasty Captain Crunch Cereal. Give me SOME credit for taste, brain.

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