Today is officially 30 days.
I have gone 30 days without a lot. But I’ve got to tell you, these past 30 days have FLOWN by. Really. It seemed like it was the fastest month ever.
And I feel fantastic. FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC! There were two weeks in the middle there where I was really worried I was doing the wrong thing. But I think it was my body expelling all the bad stuff and getting used to the good stuff. Now I feel energetic, happy, ready to take on the world. The other evening when I was driving home I actually thought about going for a walk — that I might even be able to run. Run? That hasn’t happened in a long time. I did a rather sweaty power yoga workout at home instead. It felt great.
I really like my new eating habits (I’m not saying “diet” knowing that usually means “this is the way I’m eating to lose weight”). I know I bitched about it next week, and I will need a cheat day here and there, but for the most part eating this way really works for me. Protein and veggies make my body run really, really well.
It’s been a good experience to take a step back and reconnect with my body. To feel it from the inside out. I know that sounds hokey, but really, try it. Try right now to feel the inside of the your fingers, your toes. How do they feel?
I didn’t think it was possible to do this before 30 days ago. I knew I felt bad, that I was sick, but I didn’t really know what was happening to me.
I’ve had several friends tell me that they couldn’t ever so something like this for 30 days. And if you’re thinking the same thing, I’m here to say the opposite. Of course you can. The only thing standing in your way is you.
I’m going to have a glass of wine tonight with a couple of friends. I think it’s well deserved, don’t you?