This morning when the alarm went off at 5:15, John said something like, "You don’t have to go to the gym." I said, "Uh, okay," and turned off the alarm and slept another hour and a half. I was all mentally prepared to go until he said that! I guess I’ll go on Saturday to make up for today. I have not lost even a half a pound, but I feel better and I definitely have more energy. I’m less cranky, too, but I hate to write that because some people who read it will say, "yeah, right!!"
The feeling better is good. It’s so good that I’m going to follow an eating plan in hopes of feeling even better. The first three weeks are a detox thing, which means no sugar, caffeine, alcohol, processed food, gluten, eggs or dairy.
I can do it. I will be glad I did it in three weeks. But I predict that by day three I’ll feel like killing for a cup of coffee and possibly willing to turn tricks for beer. Nice, huh?