Off the Rails
So, I may have mentioned that I’ve been on this whole Rah-Rah Balancing-My-Blood-Sugar-Getting-My-Health-in-Hand Paleo Kick lately. I did The 21 Day Sugar Detox and kept going strong! I was on a roll! I’d never felt better, physically or emotionally!
Until I screeched completely off the rails last weekend.
Last Thursday I came down with the crud that’s going around, and felt like crap. I had to cancel the trip I had scheduled to New Hampshire to see my parents, and missed my Dad’s birthday. I germinated an impressive cold sore, and felt like a walking cootie.
It was shark week. I got my period. It was the full moon. I wanted my Mommy and felt pretty sorry for myself.
So I did what you do when you get sick. I stayed in bed for 4 days, drank a bunch of orange juice, dined on buttered, gluten-free toast, and watched the complete second season of Game of Thrones.
Now, I don’t actually think this is a good protocol for my immune system. I know better. But I was sick of being disciplined, and wanted traditional comforts. Nay, I was ENTITLED to comfort! The truth is that I had gleefully decided–FUCK IT.
It took about 3 days eating this menu to trigger one helluva a melancholy funk. 3 days, and the inflammation in my body skyrocketed. 3 days until I started wondering if all that breathing in and out isn’t actually just too TE-di-ous.
By Monday I felt well enough to get out of bed but…I just…couldn’t…think of the point.
(Le heaving sigh.)
Come Tuesday, I hauled my sorry ass out of bed and started eating clean again, and today I feel about a million times better. The power of food is staggering.
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