Day 2 of Seven

I have big plans for some exciting posts.  But I can’t see past this blinding pain in my eyes and head to write anything tangible and fun.  I’m on a cleanse.  I can’t believe I voluntarily do this to myself.  Thankfully, I listened to my body last time and decided not to put it through the lemon/maple syrup/cayenne pepper torture again.  This time, I’m doing a Rapid Body Cleanse that I picked up while back in the homeland over the summer.  I’m still able to eat, but I have to cut out the typical sinners: white flour and sugar.  Eating, though, doesn’t make detoxing from sugar any easier.  I’m in serious withdrawal – pounding headaches and mood swings.  It’s terrible!  Why oh why do I do this to myself?  I mean, why do I get myself so addicted to sugar that I’m in pain?  But sugar is so lovely.  I LoVE Youuuuuu, Sugar!  You are a good friend.  I miss you.  And bread.  I miss you too. 

Hello, broiled chicken and salad.  You are tasty with the Italian seasoning (without salt) on top.  But sometimes I just want to squish my teeth through some fresh, soft white bread.  And I want to smash my face squarely into a bowl filled with white sugar.  If it was possible, I would blow bubbles in it.  I’m desperate, and sad, and down right pitiful.

2 thoughts on “Day 2 of Seven

  1. Sonya says:

    Yes, why do you torture yourself in this way? You’ll never catch me doing a cleanse. Life’s too short not to enjoy sugar whenever I darn well feel like it.

  2. Rachel says:

    Sonya, you took the words right out of my mouth!

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