I forgot how hard this cleanse is.
Right now I’m sitting here, wanting something to CHEW! But it will pass. I’ll go to bed, and in the morning wake up feeling light, and start all over again. Happy that I made it through Day 2.
But tomorrow is Friday, and I like my glass of Pinot on Friday. This is when Clean gets sad. Happy Hour Yoga followed by no Happy Hour.
The first two weeks are the hardest on this thing. It has to get sad before it gets glad. It’s sorta the rule. All my edges are sharp now; sharp and pointy and jagged. I’m a little on the grouchy side. I’ll be nice again. In 2 weeks. That’s how long it takes for me to detox.
And the thing is, I shouldn’t really be complaining because I have my one oh-so-wicked cup of coffee in the morning, and the last time I did this I didn’t even have that. (That’s how pure as the fallen snow I was the first time.) This time I am being totally bad. (Though only with the coffee.) In everything else I am pure and good.
When it comes to Clean, that is.