Really, really, really, feeling weird. I tried to have a rational conversation with my teenage daughter in the morning. That is a bit of an oxymoron in it's own right. Let's just say it did not go well. At all. Actually it was horrible. We both ended up yelling and I started crying and seriously could not stop!!!!! All day long I was weepy. I walked out on my choir kids at church on Wednesday night. I found I was really missing my Mom. When the Pastor (a long time friend) at church gave me a hug I just about lost it. When the girls I had walked out on in choir came up to join the confirmation band I hugged them and got all teary eyed. I am sure there were more. I WAS A MESS!

I took the laxative tea late morning and of course it hit, while I was driving my son home. Really wasn't sure I was going to make it but I did!
While we were at our son's baseball game I had a huge realization. I said to my husband, "I'm hungry" then I said, "no I'm not hungry, I just WANT food". Wow - I said. I eat, not because I am hungry, but because... because why? Why do I eat? Emotional satisfaction, boredom, stress, frustration. Oh yeah - all those reasons. None of those are the right reasons! What a mental breakthrough for me.
Ask yourself, what is your relationship with food. I have in previous journey's identified my bewitching hour. This is the period right after I get home from school with the kids. Usually about 3:30 p.m. I almost binge eat during that time. Am I really hungry? Probably not, there is some trigger, an emotional release that the work day is mostly over? I don't know. But identifying those triggers have been key for me learning more about my relationship with food.
For some reason yesterday while I was driving, I noticed the skin on my hands. The top of my hands were wrinkled and I felt like they belonged to a 100 year old. I have very long fingers and always thought I had beautiful hands. I was kind of sad to notice the signs of aging in my hands. How is that for a random thought and observation. See below for more on this.
Day 4
Oh my....
I woke up this morning and felt absolutely horrible. Beyond horrible. I was clammy, nauseous, and shaky. Of course my family started on the, "you need to eat today", "this diet isn't healthy" routine. I made a lemonade and drank it on the way to school. I started feeling better almost immediately.
As I was thinking through the chaos that was yesterday. I believe I only had 3 cups of the lemonade. I am sure my blood sugar was way way way way out of whack and that is why I felt so horrible.
I pinged Isa (what a lifesaver she has been through this process). She agreed I needed to drink more and I needed to do a "salt flush". Here is my recommendation if you decide to try the salt flush in your journey. DON'T BE FAR FROM THE BATHROOM. Holy crap! Literally - Holy Crap. I have never gone to the bathroom so much. Of course, I guess, that is what you are supposed to do. That is a good thing. You are cleaning everything out.
I was just about ready to move a table in the bathroom and just work in there. Seriously crazy stuff.
While at work today, an employee said to me that she thought my skin looked brighter and clearer. I hadn't noticed but I looked at my hands. Seriously - they looked better! Cleaning out your systems, ingesting a lot of clean water all seem to be making a difference. I actually read a review from someone that thought that their eyes looked bluer when they had completed the 10 days.
Drinking my tea, hoping to sleep through the night. Stay tuned.
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