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Preparing for Day 1

I went to the whole-foodsish-type place today to scout out the detox goods. I also hit the megagrocery to gather sustenance for my men, who refuse to cooperate with my nonsense and requested frozen pizza and hot dogs among the necessities for the coming week.

After about 15 minutes of perusing, I came to the conclusion that the amount of food I will be able to eat in the next 21 days (not counting the produce section, which I basically bought out) could easily fit in the candy section of the express lane. Everything we consume is so incredibly processed. I'm floored. If it doesn't have sugar, it has gluten. If it doesn't have gluten, it has dairy. If it doesn't have dairy, it's some other animal product. And don't even get me started on the artificial this'es and that's that I can't even pronounce. Any number of flavorings, colorings, gums and etc.

I'm all for protecting our natural resources, living green, and being kind to fellow creatures. But I stress that this is probably going to end on day 22. And there's no way I'm giving up my leather shoes. Sic PETA on me.

This detox fits along nicely with my mindfulness-based practice (in week 3, although we didn't meet last week because of...you know...). I think we're starting yoga this week.

I'm excited to see how my body and mind react to the changes I'm continuing to make.

One major admission: Tim's fixing me what he's calling my "last meal." I feel sort of guilty for consuming it with gusto. But I'm living in the moment and cutting myself some slack.

The last meal: Bratwurst, Cheetos and Honey Moon Summer Ale.

I'll definitely need to cleanse THAT from my system.

Comments

Brianne said…
MMMMMMMMMMM - I want that last meal!! I sincerely hope you put sauerkraut on that! :)

I loooooove Whole Foods. I wish I could afford to shop there exclusively. This won't help you but they have an AMAZING cheese section. But they always have THE best produce. Have you ever seen or heard of lobster mushrooms? They are creepy looking but they smell like freaking lobster.

GOOD LUCK!!!

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