In the morning and afternoon, I felt fantastic. I had lots of energy and was clear headed and calm. About 3 PM I started to slide into a funk. I felt foggy headed and bleary eyed. It really was down hill from there. I spent the rest of the night watching
My poor kids.
My poor husby.
And then again, once my head hit the pillow, I started thinking Thinking THINKING about all the food I could be eating. When I reminded myself that this is about cleansing my mind as well as my body, things got a little better. I realized that I truly am not hungry and I am feasting on delicious fruits and veg, filling my body with awesome nutrients.
It is the morning of day 4 and I still feel a bit cranky. I didn't sleep well last night and had a hard time starting this morning. I'm a bit worried about tonight. The DH will be working late. Late nights for my husby usually means depression eating for me. I'm not sure how I'll face this challenge.
I am really really done writing about this. I really really have nothing more to say. But that is such a sad, pathetic way to end a post that I have to think of something happy to add....mmmmm....let's see....
I know, I'll share my favorite Betty Smith quote:
“Dear God," she prayed, "let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry...have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere - be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.”
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
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