This past weekend I drank and ate like a sailor on leave. Every meal seemed like my last. I fit in all my favorites: burgers, fries, pizza, alcohol, sushi, fasian food (fake asian, for those of you not in the know), and more alcohol. Then, D-Day arrived.
I started the morning with a carrot/grapefruit/apple/ginger juice, which was very tasty but a far reach from my usual cereal/banana combo that I usually eat. I had energy, went to the gym and was feeling good. I was feeling empowered. Look at me! Ignoring my cravings! Energized! Ready to work! A little stomach grumble? Nothing I can't handle! Then kids started filing into the clinic one by one holding bags of fast food. I became angrier with every whiff of delicious golden french fries. If I had been exposed to radiation, I would have Hulked right out of my stylish pants and stolen those kids' fries. After some surprisingly violent thoughts, I re-grouped and ate some pistachios and almonds. I returned to pre-Hulk consciousness and to work.
4:00 rolls around and somehow I fell asleep. At my desk. In the middle of data entry. Thank god I'm in the reception room by myself. I don't think "well, I'm doing a detox" will cut it if someone sees me asleep.
I have an hour until I go home, crawl into my bed and dream of ice cream and doritos. Until then, here's hoping that I don't assault a child for eating his/her meal. Happy detoxing!
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