Day 2: Actually when I woke this morning I was pretty chuffed (content, for you North Americans) with myself for my success on Day 1. As I waited for sleep last night, I anticipated great disappointment on waking to discover that yet another glass of lemonade was in store, and I figured that the thought of my usual crunchy muesli or omelette would have me instantly salivating. But, thankfully not.
A couple of hours later at the Farmer’s Market at Wychwood Barns in Toronto I was put to the test. These vegan hipsters with their dreads and lumber-jack accessories thought they could win me over with their gluten-free, wheat-free, flourless, cruelty-free, eco-friendly, sugar-free, dairy-free, soy-free quinoa bites, but no. I was a force to be reckoned with. I came armed you see, with two full bottles of lemonade and Monika. Monika is my current coach who inspired me to do the detox in the first place. She was figuratively sitting on my shoulder through out the experience. Every time another hippie stepped up with a tasty sample of their wears, in her Polish accent, she would pipe up, “It’s not worth it, Darling” and “I’m on Day 6.” Between encouragement and a healthy dose of competition, I was inspired. I left with an impressive bottle of maple syrup to add to my stash at home, and a bouquet of tulips.
It’s now time for some shut-eye so until tomorrow, when I’ll be back as the detoxing blogger with some words on motivation from my soon-to-be-launched home-study package on overcoming emotional eating and living life on purpose. Thanks for tuning in!
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