An Artist’s Depiction of My Organs
Sometimes I get the sneaking suspicion that I treat my body like shit. You know, because of all the booze and the creamy dairy cholesterol bombs I shove in the old mouth trap on the regular. I imagine if my liver could talk, it wouldn’t. It would just cry and whimper in the corner. However, I finally feel guilty enough to do it a solid and give it a break for a bit.
No booze. No cheese. No dairy. No processed foods. No caffeine. Kill me.
Starting the day off with this recipe: http://zoomyummy.com/2011/01/13/detox-smoothie/
Hopefully, this break will make me feel enlightened, peaceful, and anew. Then I can go back to all the gin and Sun Chips and the abuse. That being said, excuse me if my blog has a nicer tone to it for seven days. That’s just the rays of sunshine exploding off my glowy skin. Kidding. I have enough sarcastic ragin’ stored in me in my camel hump. Actually, there’s probably some wine in there, too.
People. I’m really going to need your support in this trying time. Help me?
Update: One super heavy Eggs Benedict brunch, a strong vodka tonic and a string cheese binge later… I’m ready to go. I also think I’m going to give up ‘meeting guys when drunk.’ For-hopefully-ever. More on that later…