I’m just not that into the Flush

Once again I found myself doing something I said I would NEVER do.  But this time, I was smart enough to stop.  Here’s my 24 hour journey.

Adam, as you may remember, does a Fat Flush every so often.  I have never wanted to do one, until I found myself maybe wanting to do one with him.  So, we got all the supplements and all the fresh food and Thursday morning we were off and running.

I started the day with a longevity cocktail (unsweetened cranberry juice and psyllium husk) at 5:00 am.  Then ran.  Then came home to warm lemon water, fish oil, flax seed oil and an egg white, onion omelet and feeling very drained.

Finding myself still excited at this point, I went to the gym to lift.  While at the gym my body was not really wanting to do much.  When I changed out of my gym clothes and into my swim suit, walked into the pool to find no lanes open, it took me no time at all to decide that was enough, thanked the sweet baby Jesus and headed to the shower.

I got KP from child care and we head home and directly to the fridge.  At this point, my head throbbed and my muscles felt like they were simply cannibalizing each other.  My lunch of sauted (with no oil) onions, lean ground beef and tomatoes looked and smelled great, but didn’t taste like much.

The downward spiral had begun.

The rest of the afternoon got no better.  In fact, I became a raving bitch.  I’m not kidding.  The rage that sits just slightly under my surface was coming out full throddle on anybody and anything that caught my path.

By the time dinner rolled around, I was so beyond hungry.   I had that nauseous feeling and couldn’t care less about even making food.  When I did finally muster up enough gumption to make it, I just swore at it.

Then the second longevity cocktail came around at 10:30,  I thought I was going to cry.  I did my best to suck it down.  Watching Adam chug-it like a champ, only made it worse.  I went to bed…mad.

The morning sun came up, I felt ok and had an amazing poop.  But then the rush to get all the kids up, fed and out the door in 30 minutes (due to over sleeping) put me over the edge.  I walked PJ to the bus and continued on with the morning ritual of bringing the dog on her walk.

As I made it back up the drive, weak, tired and hungry, I decided it was not worth it.  Not worth my sanity.  My energy.  My strength.

I may be a walking toxic bomb, but I don’t care.

So I went inside, made myself a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal with berries.  In a flash the Wicked Flush Queen transformed back into the nice girl from Minnie.

It feels so good to be back.

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