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| Isagenix Cleanse for Life powder. Smells and tastes like berries. Yummy. Four times a day. |
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| Banana |
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| Cute guy passed out. |
Hungry, dizzy, miserable.
Nope, not describing the cute, passed out gweilo whom I luckily saw and snapped a photo of on Hillier Street at 12.30pm. Just describing myself on my first day of deep cleansing.
That's how you'd feel, too, if, after successive days of compulsive eating and alcohol abuse, you suddenly have nothing else to pump into your body but four serves of a berrylicious (but thin and ultimately unsatisfying) drink, 10 almonds and half a banana. HALF.
Meanwhile, my colleagues can't seem to stop scarfing down Oreos and candy and potato chips...
I receive an e-mail from Deborah Dewey, my Detox Diva:
"You're deep into it now! Go! Go! Go!"
My day ended with a meeting in Volume Heat. Jacqui and Allison fron Cohn & Wolf had white wine spritzers; my colleague, Charmaine, had a lychee martini. All three ladies enjoyed tapas. I... had a cucumber. I died with envy.
"You must have already had 50 'brownies,'" Charmaine says matter of factly, not bothering to hide her unwillingness to make me feel better.
I arrive home. Chris enjoys a dinner of penne pasta with grilled chicken breast.
I grit my teeth.
On the plus side, shit's coming out of my body. I'm literally spitting phlegm like a homo who don't swallow.
And, oh - could I really...? YES! I fucking can!
I can close the top button of my jeans.
// HOORAY FOR SMALL VICTORIES. //
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