Ow, Ow, Ow,…I wake with a low grade thumping headache reminiscent of my cold-turkey attempt at stopping coffee a couple of years ago. I’m not sure that it isn’t from last night’s strange absence of my old friend, ‘Two Glasses of Red Wine with Dinner’.
My run to the bathroom ritual complete, I begin my day as it has the last couple, however, no oatmeal this morning. I just cannot stomach the thought. Pills and tincture done, I head to work, headache firmly in tow.
My Starbucks gal still looks at me strangely as I continue to change up my regular order: ‘Grande Green Tea’ say I. “What’s up?” asks she. “Detox and Cleanse”, say I. “Oh…Have a great day!” Ouch. I feel idiot-slapped.
Lunch comes and goes; the container of lemon juice in my desk begins to decrease as I pour it once again on my green salad. I spice it up today with a scoop of Tuna. Neither I nor Sarah, behind the counter, have any idea how much mayonnaise has been added to this innocent scoop of protein.
Day 3 and I am slipping. I glance around the restaurant in a guilty tuna induced haze. Did anyone see me order that?
I have to shop for dinner tonight—fish chowder with lots of veggies from the Wild Rose Meal Plan and Cookbook. I remember making this last year when I did the cleanse—easy prep and quite yummy. My drum, drum, drum headache moves to just behind my eyes for the reminder of the day. Not debilitating but a constant reminder that my body is cleansing and detoxing, I virtuously keep telling myself. Everyone at my office is noticing my endless running back and forth to the Boys Room but no verbal jesting…yet.
My day runs much longer than anticipated so my trip to the St. Lawrence Market and Mike’s Seafood is re-routed to the local Metro store: Slim pickings for Cod, so I settle for Halibut instead.
Dinner is prepped, easily assembled and really tasty: Tons of texture from the vegetables in a lightly fish-scented broth. I have thrown in a couple of potatoes (allowed from the 20% preferable foods column) for some extra taste and texture. I plan to take the left-overs for lunch tomorrow, it’s really quite good.
Things seem to be moving along quite well. I am going to officially weigh myself tomorrow and see what has happened.
Bed time is early. In bed, I watch Peter Mansbridge for the first 20 minutes of The National and lights are out by 9:30.
A bathroom run wakes me from my slumber at around 11:30 (the herbal laxative is sure working) and the rest of the night is full-sleep.
The days are easily clicking by as we approach Day 4. Detox well, my friends.