I am asking you to come along on a journey with me. I wish I could tell you it would be a wonderful and blissful journey through middle earth, but alas it is not. It is more a journey through torment and a test of will power.
Yesterday I started a cleanse. Now this isn’t one of those cleanses where you only drink juice until you die. It’s actually a pretty decent once. You eat three meals a day and even a snack. Your meals are protein and veggies with a complex carb. You’re supposed to eat clean, of course. You simply add this lovely, thick high fiber drink in the morning and some fiber pills at night. And you cut out white sugar and flour and soda.
Pretty much you take out all happiness from your life.
I’ve decided to try this for 24 days. That’s it. If I can manage 24 days then we shall see where we are at then. I’m not making any promises.
Exercise goals are easy. You run a couple miles and you are done for the day. Eating goals are ALL DAY LONG. THEY NEVER END. You can’t get up and get them over with. You live with them all the time. I hate them. So that is my one goal this year and I’m two days in.
But I need your help dear readers.
I need you to pray for my children.
Because I’m unsure they will understand when their normally sane and happy mommy starts crying because they need their pants synched 2 inches while they’re eating leftover Christmas candy and she’s drinking fiber sludge and running to the bathroom at inopportune times. Just pray that they will either forget these moments or will find wonderful therapists in their adult lives.
And maybe, just maybe, by eating clean, I’ll have fewer headaches and more energy. Maybe giving up happiness is worth that. (And please forgive any posts that seem slightly angry during the next 22 days. It isn’t me. It’s the fiber sludge.)