Here I am, blogging. Pushing aside the little voice saying, “What do you have to say? See? Nothing!”
My back hurts. I wonder if/hope I’m pregnant. I’m wiped out from a lack of sleep. I’m bored. Blah, blah blah.
Yet, I am at the precipice of a BIG transformation on the horizon. Starting on Labor Day, I am starting the Crazy Sexy Cleanse as detailed in the wonderful book by Kris Carr, Crazy Sexy Diet. (Damn you, WordPress, I’m trying to add hyperlinks here to no avail.)
It will be a 21-day alkalizing adventure into green juice swilling, smoothie slurping, dry-brush cavorting, neti-pot pouring, meditation pillow sitting. Maybe a colonic. Just maybe.
I am also adding a few additions to really get my insomnia under control: daily yoga, technology detox at 9pm, lights out at 10pm, and up at 6am.
I’m in my wean week, hence the Generalized Crappy Disorder. It’s going to get worse before it gets better.
Now the back pain has let up. See?
