A blog chasing it's tail only ends up back where it started

Hey kids! I started my two week moratorium on bad stuff yesterday.

My blood pressure is up. I haven't had it officially tested yet but I know the signs. I get a ringing in my ears. I get blurred vision. I get sharp, pointy headaches at the base of my skull that come and go that feel like I'm about to have an aneurism at any moment. But mostly, I'm tired ALL the time. It's impossible to work out and take care of yourself when you are tired all the time. So I knew I had to get things back on track. Lesley, the gal I check in with once a month, told me all I needed was two weeks. Two weeks of eating right and exercising would get my metabolism back on track and get things all lined up again. So I decided to do it.

Now, the trick was talking to my fella. Cuz here's the thing, I need his help. He eats poorly and drinks regularly and that is very hard for someone with food issues. You know? It's like asking an alcoholic to make drinks everynight but not to partake. Does anyone REALLY think that if there are brownies in the house for a week that I'm not gonna even TASTE one? Or Reese's Peanut Butter Cups? Or Salt and Vinegar potato chips? Come on. I'm only human.

Anyhoo, he agreed to go on this thing with me. No bad food or booze for two weeks. It's not forever, right? It's not even that long. Right? So ... WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE AN ETERNITY?!

I have to remind myself that I was on liquids for three weeks. Oh hell YES I was. If I can do that, I can do anything.

Two weeks. I'll keep you posted.

Oh, hey. I want to be clear about why I don't allow posts or responses here on the blog. 2 reasons. 1) I don't have time to check it daily to make sure no one is leaving dirty limericks or calling me a lipstick wearing pig. You know? 2) If you want to say something to me, I would prefer you write me on the site. Just go to Imperfect10.com and go to the contact page and write me there. This blog is really about the site and not vice versa. So If you wanna call me names or tell me I'm full of it or write me a love poem, please do it there.

Cool?