[Ahem] Moving on.
I drink maybe a glass of wine a week (some nights I have some every night, but it’s a mouthful and then I’ve had enough. Weird I know) and 2 coffees (good ones, mind) a day, so really what’s the big need for a detox? Girls, you may need to sit down for this, but…
Sugar hates me.
I know! [WAILS]
How can this BE? But I fear that it is. Be. That is. Sigh. I’m on a 3 week detox and am currently at day 5 and after 2 days of totally horrendous headaches, I’m starting to feel, well, clear-headed. Good God, not clear-headed, alert, vivacious, perspicacious, even? How will the world cope with an even wittier me than the me I am now? I know. It’s frightening. Someone call the Pentagon. But clear-headed I be. And I gotta tell you, it’s great!
Of course the unrelenting and voracious hunger isn’t quite so great, and as I’m currently snacking on the nubbin that was once my index finger, I do have some quiet concerns in this regard. Still. I’ll soldier on and let you know how I go over the next two and bit weeks.
I might be a tad quiet until after the weekend. I’ve been selected to attend a Master Class for progressive writers through Overland and it runs all day from Friday to Sunday. Will report back on Monday.