Time to Wise Up

Falling off the wagon happens all the time.  The trick, however, when one does fall off the wagon is to not get run over by the semi following you.  This year has been a whirlwind....deciding to leave L.A., moving to Maine, setting up a business, working seven days a week....that has left me off-kilter.  Last week I came to the realization that my lack of balance had left me teetering precariously on the brink of falling into the carton of Camp Coffee and living a seemingly blissful existence in an ice cream coma.

Okay....the ice cream wasn't the only culprit.  There was the ooey gooey jalapeno pizza from our favorite local bar, the hard apple cider that ushered in Autumn, and the ultimate over the top food frenzy of Belgian fries fried in duckfat.  Yes, my friends, it was time to wise up.  So here I sit on Day 5 of my return to sane eating listening to Aimee Mann sing Wise Up.....my new anthem.

My foray into healthy eating three years ago didn't have as much to do with looking good in jeans as it did with feeling good and living an active life.  Four days without white flour and white sugar has left me, once again, with more energy and a clearer head.  Four days is a big deal.  From my experience and according to many books I've read, four days is the length of time it takes to eliminate "the white poisons" from the body.  After you clear that hurdle, it becomes surprisingly easy.  From there, as with any wagon ride....it's just one day at a time.