Sometimes I think I really should go in and get that prescription for the bucket of valium and then I surprise myself by doing something pretty much unplanned or expected. Such is the case with last Monday. When I woke up feeling less than stellar I thought, myabe this would be a good day to fast. So I did. It seems an eternity since my last fast which lasted for 14 days. I had tried since then and failed to make it over one day. Last Monday just felt right. So here I am, almost one week later and on to the next.
It helps to have a juicer that acts like a mini wood chipper. I feel good.
And in my Polish weirdness, I do not deny myself my favorite stout if I feel like having it. It's nice catching a buzz off of one little ol' beer. I've also been riding my bike to work everyday. I feel like a sparkling green goddess. I love the refocused perspective that fasting puts on me. Thursday the Creative Director bought the studio pizza and I inhaled deeply.... not easy for a Pizza Slut. The only thing I could think about during this pizza orgy was roasted brussels sprouts with sea salt and cracked black pepper...
I look good. I feel good. And damn it, people like me!