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Did You Know...
...that while detoxing, it is best to limit exercise while the body rejuvenates itself?
So here's my story. Last week as many of you read, I was starting my detox journey. Well the first day went fairly well. According to the Master Cleanse website, the first is nothing but fruits and veggies. I ate all of that like a champ all day long. I was full, no hankering for a slab of beef or anything (maybe because of my Whopper Jr. sendoff the night before!).
Until night fell...
That's when peaceful, loving, feel-good Lynn was sent away and cranky, salt and processed food craving monster Lynn came out. I seriously don't know what happened. I kinda went off the deep end and all I remember was sitting down to watch my HGTV and then snippets of "Where are the Pringles?" "Why are you hiding salt from me?" "Just give me a dollar - one dollar for one tiny burger....pleeeeease?" "You don't love me anymore..." "WHERE ARE THE PRINGLES?!?"
I'm sure I looked like this to my poor hubs...
Needless to say, the night ended in tears and my hubs giving in and telling me where he hid the pudding, cheese sticks AND Pringles. Poor guy, he ate in closed bedrooms with the window open just so that the smell wouldn't break my spirit. Great guy. I should make him a steak. The weird thing is, that once he told me where everything was all desire to eat them went away. I was tired as all get out though, so I actually went to bed (passed out) at the very respectable hour of 10:45.
So the first day (aside from the evening meltdown) was a success. The second day was going to be nothing but fruit and veggie juice. I borrowed my moms juicer (thanks mama) and went to town on everything. I made about 4 1/2 cups of varying juices (grapefruit and strawberry, apple, celery and carrot) and then lined them all up in a pretty little row on the top shelf of the fridge so I would be set to go the following day.
Enter said following day...
You never want to wake up to the words "So you want the bad news or the bad news?" Turns out, my kids as of late are early risers and I can't keep up with them. My husband wakes up with them and lets me sleep a bit longer. That morning, he woke up to find them elbow and face deep in my juices and empty cups. They had taste tested and disapproved of the juice (maybe they thought the celery juice had gone rogue?) anyway, they threw every last ounce of my blood, sweat and tears down the sinkerator. What did I do after that? After listening to the story, visiting the scene of the crime and realizing there was no salvaging anything, I walked over to the cupboard, grabbed a bag of chips and some fig newtons, poured a glass of milk, and went right back into my room for about a 1/2 hour of solitude. Then I figured "There's always next week right? Right!"
So here I sit today, once again fully committed and invigorated. I skipped the ease-in because I just want to get into the cleanse and the actual grit of it and get it done with. I have a sinus infection and I'm hoping that the cayenne pepper concoction will help do the trick.
Have any of you done this before? (Execumama I have followed your journey so I know you have. Congrats!) Anybody else? I would love to hear about your experiences or advice on this matter. How did you psych yourself up and stay focused on the end goal? I think my cheer song will be that Rocky "Eye of the Tiger" one...yeah that always gets me going.
Until next week all, stay healthy.
Music: Rusted Root "Send Me on My Way". Click around for one with good quality. There is one on here with the actual lyrics. Who knew he was using real words? I tell you this. My middle school version didn't have half of these words in it! :o) I felt all cool, thinking I was singing in some ancient Indian dialect...sad really....don't know why I just shared all that. Photo: 123rf