Welp. That's the problem.
Things have gotten out of hand. I see the delivery guys WAY more than I see the gym. I have let an occasional treat meal become the norm, and it is showing. Summer is just around the corner, and my thunder thighs can feel it. I just want to reboot my system, and hopefully do away with the cravings for junk.
I never considered doing a cleanse because like many things, I don't have the faith in myself to believe that I can do it. Well, I've never been happier to have a stomach bug. Last Sunday and Monday I was in a bad bad way. This thing ripped through my family (literally) in a matter of days, and since my turn I have had absolutely no appetite. So when I walked into work and a couple friends asked if I wanted to do it, I thought no time better than the present, and I signed up.
What may be tougher than the cleanse is the pre-cleanse. Like it isn't bad enough not eating food for three days I have to eat kale for three days leading up to it? I'm supposed to be carb free, booze free, and vegan to make the transition into the cleanse easier. All I want to do it load up on meat and carbs, but BPC warns you that if you do, things will only be that much harder.
So all in all, I have been good with the pre-cleanse. My only slip ups were Friday night when watching the coverage in Boston, watching police chase a mad man all around my home town, I cracked and ate some Doritos I had hiding way back in a cabinet. Whatever, I eat my feelings and I am OK with it under those circumstances. My other slip up was today during letterpress class. We had limited options for lunch, and we had falafel. I had it on a plate with salad, no pita, some hummus and babaganush. Much better than it would've been normally. Then I came home, sat down to this beauty (ehhh) as the buzzer buzzed. A different kind of delivery man. No pizza, no Thai, no curry noodle soup. BPC is here, nestled in my fridge. Ready for tomorrow. Am I?
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