My diet & detox journal

Check in time…it is day 5 of my cleanse. I began last Friday evening, inside knowing that Saturday would be day one officially. I had had it with poor food choices, chocolate cravings, feeling overwhelmed…So I commited to the MC. Sure, it was a week late than I had originally anticipated, but then, so goes life. I had to be vested. This week I am vested. So it is now Wednesday evening. So that is end of day 5. And amazingly, I am feeling quite clear and focused.

I have been toting the mix to work with me in a big gallon jug, and drinking it out of this ridiculous plastic cup with a straw, that says ‘lemonade’ on it, and has pics of lemons painted on the side. I bought it at a fair, so it works perfectly.

I have only cheated with a smoothie so far. I was really feeling out of sorts, and ended up getting a Caribbean Passion smoothie, substituting for the sherbert and no fiber addition, etc. It hit the spot, and since then I have not been wanting real food. Take that back, I haven’t had true cravings till today. Now I am feeling the need to eat some chicken. Go figure. But I also ate some xylitol mints, and some gum, and that is unorthodox for the MC too. But I figure I am only human, right?

So, I did have a craving this afternoon…A Moes’ burrito. Why am I not surprised? LOL. It is not like I am hungry. As always, day five brings the chewing cravings. That’s why I decided to have the gum. But the moes burrito would have the protein, and cilantro I am hankering for…No excuses, just noticing the desire. And I am not giving in of course. Instead, I got home and juiced another lemon. Woe is me. But I am determined to make it through till friday. That will be 7 days. And then maybe I can push it though the weekend. But I am not thinking that far ahead yet. If I can make it past day 5- 1/2 I should be in the clear. Cause that is always when I break down. I am strong, I am confident, I can do this. I need to do this. Dad who is 65 can do this, for 10 days at a time, year after year. So I am without excuse.

State of mind…Well, I am hanging tough. Lots of changes at work, and lots of challenges. Lots of challenges in the personal life as well. Someone made the point to me the other day that I have on occasion referred to myself in the third person. That made me think. I do do that, don’t I? It is a self evaluation thing, I think. According to the dictionary, someone who refers to oneself in the third person is called illeist. (IL-ee-ist) noun Whatever that means. But it is true, I do do that. I must be nutty. Surprise~

Well, indeed it is Wednesday evening, and I have as usual plenty of housework to catch up on, and the prep for my 7:30am meeting ain’t waiting either. So I should check out. Thanks for reading.

Caz

Morgan Spurlock: [while consuming a double quarter-pounder supersize meal] See, now’s the time of the meal when you start getting the McStomach ache. You start getting the McTummy. You get the McGurgles in there. You get the McBrick, then you get the McStomach ache. Right now I’ve got some McGas that’s rockin’. My arms… I feel like I’ve got some McSweats goin’. My arms got the McTwitches going in here from all the sugar that’s going in my body right now. I’m feeling a little McCrazy.

I know how Morgan feels. Today I ate a burito from Moes, just like I did last week. I was good, in that I ate it in parts: One half at lunch, and the other half for dinner. But again, I always find myself making excuses as to why I allow myself the wheat tortilla, and the meat and cheese, which is obviously NOT organic or even clean. It was my usual mexican burito, chicken, no beans, extra cilantro, salsa, lettuce at bit of cheese and rice. I also ate chocolate today…but I excuse that due to the ‘female’ time of the month… And anyway, the chocolate eating frenzy I have been on has slowed down, now that I recognize the reason for the drive…PMS! Yet I understand what Morgan meant in the movie, when he said he had ‘twitches’ from eating all that junk food. We are talking about pretty powerful chemicals in restaurant prepared foods, you know!

I am utterly blown away by what I saw in the movie SuperSize Me, however. I rented it weeks ago for my class, and since I decided not to return it, I paid for it, and now I own my own copy. That movie is really important for people to see. It is intense, but the message is needed! I mean, I know that there are people who are addicted to fast food, and the honest truth is I don’t think we can blame it on a failure to maintain personal responsibility. How can we, when the food is chalk full of taste enhancers, and chemicals that make you ‘feel’ good for at least the amount of time that the food remains in your gullet? (Ie. MSG) How can I say that it is the obese person’s fault, if they are being tricked into returning to buy more, just like a junkie? (Seriously!)

I fall victim to such things as much as the next individual. Sure I try to eat well MOST of the time, yes. However, aside from the occasional bad food choice if I go out to eat, I am guilty of overeating fruit for instance, which I find makes me feel ‘floaty’ and energetic, and a bit brain foggy. And despite the fact that I have noticed this is probably due to the fungal reactions in my body, I continue to do things like go on a fruit binge, mosty cause it makes me ‘feel good’ when I do. There is a downside to the fungus of course, but I like the floaty air feeling I get when I am eating a lot of fruit sugars. NOT a good sign health wise. I figure it is my insulin resistance that causes this. It is a similar feeling with the chocolate eating craze I have been on lately.

And if I am not careful, this could really backfire on me. Honestly, if not for exercise, I would probably look like some of the individuals in the picture here. (I am not saying I am bone thin, as I will NEVER be, and that is for the best. But I am thinner now than I have been in the past~size 4-6 in clothing now, with a healthy layer of fat on my belly, but not like I used to be where I had the ‘rolls’ on my belly or something.)

Let’s see, other than eating today, I did do something nice for myself. I took a long walk at a local park, chatted with friends on the phone, and watched the water, and the birds, and several familes walking dogs, and a lady taking photos of what appeared to be a teenage girl, probably for school or something. They were shooting the pictures with the bay in the background. Not having a good camera, digital or otherwise has led me to have a good ‘memory’, as I have to remember the things I see and experience, since I can’t record them. In many ways this is a bit nicer, as I tend to remember those things that are most memorable, and unlike film, it doesn’t cost anything!

I’m not going to philosophize today, :^) so I will sign off now.

Caz

I wonder what bubbles in my small intestine look like…This seemed like as good an image as any!

Today was a day was a day. It started out normal, and then I had to zoom away for a job expo, (as an exhibitor) and then I returned back to work. It was kinda nice in a way, as it was a warm day, and I took off my suit jacket, opened the windows in my little Volvo, (still cranked up the air conditioner though) and played the oldies radio station at peak volume as I cruised down 275 to St. Pete. It was pretty cool, and very relaxing. I was groovin’ to the music, and although I did get lost in the maze of streets/avenues/norths/souths/etc, I still arrived on time.

The expo was a bust in terms of finding any applicants, but I did network with a couple of other exhibitors. That was pretty fun, actually, and I did spread the word that Brenda (the founder of my company) was going to be doing a PBS special tonight, all about digestive care. YOu can find more on that HERE.

By the time I got back to work, however, my belly was in knots. I had made the mistake to eat two raw organic fiber bars today. One for breakfast, and one after eating a raunchy salad at the expo…MISTAKE! Perhaps they had snuck in a few bits of cheese into the salad too, which I wouldn’t doubt. So I spent the afternoon in agony, bubbles and all. And they ain’t movin’ anywhere either, which makes it that much worse!

Now for less invasive subjects…humm….Well, I got a some nice compliments at work today. Congrats of course on my recent graduates, and some high fives for jumping right back into the swim of things with the HR work i am doing now. Time is just flying by, and I can’t believe it is now March, and nearing my 34th birthday. I feel like I can’t even hold onto a day, much less a year.

If only I had everything figured out, it would be that much simplier. But I don’t think I am of the type that will EVER have it all figured out. I just can’t see myself as the content June Cleaver type. NOT! Even when I am happy, it is rare that I am content. That’s a sad story, isn’t it?

Speaking of 50s kitchens, however, this pictures is quite cute. I especially like the ‘capsule’ shaped endshelves on the left. The salmon toned tile, however, and the high heeled shoes…well, that might fly for a bit, but then one’s ankles start to ache. And, come to think of it, it looks like she has a sink full of dishes to do, and is probably only just getting started on supper. Ah, it really would make life so much easier if I were a fan of that type of life. Would make things that much less complicated.

Well, it is 7:15, and I want to get a chance to wash up before the PBS special starts at 8pm. So I best sign off. I feel a scratchy throat, so I probably should go down some Ultimate Flora, and take some vitamin C. I am not getting ill, not now!

Caz