My subconscious works in the wierdest ways.
Last night I had two completely separate, completely disturbing dreams. In the first one, my very first boyfriend ever turned up out of nowhere. He had a son, very rude, and wanted to rekindle a relationship. He had a condition, however, that I had to be less fat. (I'm paraphrasing here). Totally depressing. His son had no manners, either.
In my second dream, my boss was telling me (and I quote) "I have received some very strong feedback lately that makes me worry that my shining star is tarnished."
Me! Tarnished! Total nightmares.
Obviously I am having some subconscious fears about being too fat and losing my job.