The Detox Diaries: Day Three
Ow, Ow, Ow. I wake with a low grade thumping detox headache reminiscent of my cold-turkey attempt at stopping coffee a couple of years ago. I’m not sure that it isn’t from last night’s strange absence of my old friend, ‘Two...
The Detox Diaries: Day One
With all good intentions and a cocky swagger, I stumble out of my red wine, started with two martinis, Nigella Lawson’s Guinness Chocolate Cake induced hangover from last evening’s “ Last Hurrah Before Detox ” birthday...
Detox Diaries: The Final Chapter
Some unseasonably warm February weather brings with it a bombardment of targeted emails, Facebook ads, and general advertising touting the detox and cleanse phenom: ‘What to eat to feel better, boost fat burn and help prevent...
The Detox Diaries: A Long Weekend
I am eating Oatmeal now every morning: I throw in some almonds, sprinkle some cinnamon and ginger on top and toss the bowl in the microwave. Like many people, I have never been a breakfast eater: I feel nauseous at the thought of...
Day Four of The Detox Diaries: Craving Bread
Busy day work wise, and I have a volunteer meeting after work. This is the first day that I am not eating dinner at home and potentially eating out at a restaurant where my good friend Alcohol is available. And Bread. For today,...
The Detox Diaries: Work Day
Ok: It’s a work day. Let’s see how this goes. Gurgling stomach continues: I run to the bathroom two hours before my usual rising time. The Wild Rose Herbal laxative (the second set of three bitter pills) is definitely working. I...