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.