It’s January 2nd and I’ve already broken my No Resolution, resolution. Remember? Yep, that’s right, the one I made yesterday.
Dammit! I said no resolutions for 2012, but I forgot that back in December I joined a great group of women on a 30-day cleanse starting January 2, 2012. Dammit! What a twit, right?
I could blame it on the medicine they gave me for my headaches two weeks ago, which reeked havoc with my body, but I’ve stopped taking them and all the side-effects are now at last gone. No one held a gun to my head nor twisted my arm. I wasn’t on drugs and I haven’t had a drink since May 2007, so I guess I signed up of my own free will.
This 30-day cleanse has nothing to do with furniture polish, dust bunnies or bleach nor does it have anything to do with swearing less (I’ve been trying that one for years!). It neither involves decluttering cupboards and garages nor bathing four times a day.
It’s a TRICK! It’s a fancy word for my old problem. It’s a clever way to disguise what I don’t want to face. You see, I have an arm to face problem coupled with splendid hand-eye coordination. If this were a bank account, I would be super-rich, because I have the everlasting ability to put in more than I take out.
But no. It’s about severing relationships with some of my best friends, like my BFF Vanilla Ice Cream, my soul mate White Chocolate, and my new confidante Pita Bread.
When I immediately wrote on the group forum that I’d lost my Mojo, the women flocked to my rescue with wisdom and experience. But I didn’t want to be rescued! I wanted an excuse, a note from my mother, or something. Just because I wrote HELP! At the end of the post has nothing to do with needing help.
They had all sorts of helpful hints for me starting with:
Focus on today
Work in a group
Make small goals
Do what you love (that was about exercise, OK?)
Make good choices
Allow yourself 21 days to change
… and last, but not least, stay accountable.
So what do I do? I agree to everything, I thank them profusely, I’ve had fruit and lots of water every two hours as agreed, but now it’s 6pm and there’s a hard-freeze announced for tonight and I don’t think a bowl of fruit is going to quite cut it for supper …