"I didn't choose it, it chose me," I say.
It's funny to find myself "cleansing" again right before Thanksgiving. It was this time last year that I started my new job, two weeks deep into a diet I never imagined I could manage. But I did. Until Thanksgiving. Then I folded under the pressure. Not the food. But family.
That was only a brief intermission in a major thirty-day overhaul. This time, I'm just doing 48 hours. It's an intestinal tune-up for the big day. After that, I'm going to need to get back on a regular maintenance routine, with the cleansing diet as my default.
I'd been doing that pretty regularly until my work took me to Chile last spring. It was all those extravagant lunches with wine, and all those coffee breaks with coffee & rich pastries that firmly tossed me off the wagon.
Now it's six months later, and my gut is showing wear and tear. It's time to put on the studded snows for the holiday season. It's time to rediscover my love for the red and green and orange and yellow again. (Vegetables & fruits, that is.)
Kelly Salasin, almost Thanksgiving 2011
