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A couple post-cleanse observations

Since the end of my 21-day detox diet on Sunday, I have been incorporating some regular foods and beverages back into my daily life. Yesterday, I had my first Diet Pepsi in over three weeks. And last night, I had a horrible stomach ache and could not sleep at all. Tossed, turned, swore into the pillow.

Also, just since Sunday, I have developed a sore throat that I thought might be allergies but have since decided that it's the beginnings of the cold that my sniffling son has so thoughtfully shared with me.

Lessons learned? Caffeine = baaaaad. Adding back the five forbiddens = lowered my defenses. Just my first thoughts.

I stopped at the store on the way to work this a.m. for a bottle of Zicam cherry flavored melt-in-your-mouth tabs. I took them once before, at the first signs of a cold, and it kept the major symptoms at bay...until I stopped taking them, then the cold hit me with a fury. I may be postponing the inevitable, but I'm still going to take them. Procrastination is a beautiful thing.

You and I both never thought I'd ever say the words, "Caffeine makes me sick." I guess I'd better get used to a new Starbucks order, "Grande decaf extra hot soy latte, light foam."

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Nicole said…
As an FYI, Starbucks after July 15th (at least the one I stop at on the way to work) will no longer have decaf Frapps. Corridor Coffee doesn't bat an eye at my decaf orders...

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