The Cleanse - Results

I officially broke the cleanse on Sunday night at a Superbowl party.  Superbowl Sunday invokes a lot of fattening food to be consumed anyway, so I figured it was apropos.  And there was a lot of fattening food to be sure.  Mostly pizza, chicken wings (fried in the skillet, of which gave me pause to not go near for fear of an accident), chili, and a variety of hot dips and chips.  Results?  Without getting to graphic, I had not, you know, until Monday morning.  Bad?  Not half as bad as I thought it would be. 

I guess I have to ask myself why I choose to do this.  It's painstaking, having to not eat real food and just drinking it.  But then again, if one were to put their order from McDonald's in a blender you would think the same.  Much of it is mind over matter, which anyone who has ever been on a diet can tell you is what it's all about.  Perhaps I was not the best candidate for this, since my system is probably cleaner than most thanks to that year of green vegetables in 06 when I dropped the 45 lbs.  Still, it was a good thing for one to do every once in a while.  Sticking to it is not as easy as it looks, but two out of three of those Dr. Oz smoothies / shakes were tasty enough without it's being too repulsive like some in the past.  That dinner one was so repulsive I couldn't take down more than two swallows and the rest went down the drain.  Did I drop any weight?  Maybe two or three pounds or so, but not much.  These things are good for jump starting your way towards a better self but for long term results you have to count calories and not go strictly on drinking them.  My belly's flatter too, but I have a feeling that it's a reference to a toilet joke somewhere.

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