Having a little trouble falling to sleep at night. Awoke very sluggish. Headed right for the coffee pot. Thought I’d try a heartier breakfast (whole wheat pancake with a little granola in it and a small meat patty) to see if I felt better in the afternoon slump.
Felt good at first, but the day turned dreary. I ended up hiding out in my bedroom and having a good cry. Someone hinted on the BETA group that cleanses can make you emotional. BePure is said to be a more gentle cleanse, and thankfully I wasn’t asked to fast. But I wish they’d talked more about what a cleanse is like because I’ve never done one before. Today felt almost like I was PMSing, but I checked the calendar, and it’s not that time of the month. I’m hoping the tears are just a release of toxins the BePure is attacking.
Thank God I had my shake for lunch. I’m using almond milk now instead of 1%. Tastes better, feels better, and saves 100 calories! I couldn’t get into the kitchen because we had a cracked pipe. Everything is torn up, the damage is between the kitchen upstairs and the livingroom downstairs. Jerry and the plumber are tearing up the house to get to it—walls, cabinets, bookcases. Ugh. The chaos of the day distracted me from getting my usual water in-take or being able to plan an evening meal.
No way to get into the kitchen to cook. Stephen bought pizza for the boys. Not something I should have eaten, but at least I ate about half my normal portion. (Ugh. I think I’ll keep this little detail about having PIZZA off that private facebook page where we are talking about our weight loss! A lot of those people are super healthy and would be appalled even if we weren’t on a diet!)
I was sluggish and emotional, even after my good cry and my efforts to get more water down. As the day went on I began to feel cramped, bloated, and aching. Felt a little the night before, but not enough to pay attention to. This time it was pretty miserable and continued into the night.
No walk today. Just leaking pipes and chaos and tears and pain. 😦
But I was also only a few calories over 1200! I’m slowly learning to eat less.
(Author’s note: The article connected to the image I used is all about crying. Not a bad read!)