I have heard a lot of talk about detoxing, but this wasn't something I was necessarily after just now. I think the detox found me, though. My arms broke out like a teenager, and for about a day and a half I felt something like death warmed over. I pushed through.
On the other side of what I call my accidental detox, I feel much better. My energy level is through the roof. I told a friend this week I felt euphoric. She didn't seem naturally comfortable with that word describing a normal state of being, but it's absolutely accurate to describe this insane amount of energy!
Aloe juice was added to the diet. I think it tastes pretty wonky on its own, so I throw lemon juice into the mix. Not bad. Actually, its bizarrely refreshing.
Speaking of lemon...a cuppa warm water with lemon juice has been setting each day off right. Yum.
Activity wise, I stuck with consistency over pushing myself. A mile and a half every morning on the elliptical and some odd yard work in the afternoon has been the extent of my movement. Next week I hope to double each run, or double the number of 1.5 mile runs. We shall see!
I refuse to step on a scale for a month. My goal is a wholesome, complete life wherein food plays a role, but does not dictate happiness and contentment. That feeling of eating for comfort is just so wrong. I don't miss it.
The vegan meals are rejuvenating. I don't finish a meal thinking, "wow, I ate too much" or, "I am so miserable; why did I eat that?" That's a good thing!
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