Saturday was, by, far, the worst day. All I could do was think of food. It wasn't that I was hungry, but I noticed I kept thinking about the way the food would feel in my mouth - it sounds crazy, I know. I kept thinking about how good a bowl of pasta would be, or a juicy hamburger. Not the taste, but just jamming it in my yap and chewing. On Saturday, I cheated and had a stalk of celery. On Sunday I cheated had had a hard boiled egg. WHAT LIVIN'! WOO HOO!
The weekdays are much easier because I am distracted and don't have too much time to think about it. By Wednesday, I didn't feel like I even needed to eat dinner, which meant that this diet is affecting my brain and my "being." I did eat, though, and it was tasty.
The strain of dealing with my new meal plan was only compounded by my back injury. I broke down and went to see a massage therapist, hoping that she could rub out what was ailing me. I must start by saying KT was AWESOME! She had such a working knowledge of musculature and how the body is connected. It was impressive. She started by flexing my legs and seeing how far things could be twisted. She rubbed my feet, which is NEVER a bad thing, and then said, "Oh, wow, huh, that's not so good." Ya gotta' love that. It turns out that the inside soles of your feet tell tales about your back and spine. My feet clearly said, "You are jacked up." Anyway, after some wonderful manipulation, and Basil & Rosemary oils, I smelled like an Italian salad, but felt better. She noticed that there was an issue with the bones in my neck, and said that my hips were out of balance and strongly suggested that I see a Chiropractor, which Chip has been suggesting all along.
Thursday I did my first cleansing day, which consisted of drinking 4 oz. of this watery-apple-juicy tasting stuff. The first round wasn't bad at all. But I needed to do this 4 times during the day. 2 ounces of stuff, plus a whole lotta' water is torture. By noon, I was unhappy and achy, so I tried "Plan B" and went to visit Craig, the Chiropractor! I figured that would be a good move, he knows stuff, and the knows the diet program, so I could kill 2 birds with one stone.
My consultation started with measuring my body's angles. I snuck and took this picture from his office. The top rope is the height of my ears. The 2nd rope is the top of my shoulders, and the 3rd are my hips. Does that look straight to you???? I think NOT!
After Craig looked at my x-rays, he came out and said, "Yeah, you're messed-up... but I can fix it. And, you have a fused bone in my upper neck."
He gave me an adjustment, and the popping noises that came form my frame sounded like fireworks on the 4th of freaking July. I had to apologize to everyone within hearing distance! But was a better?
NO. I went home and everything seemed fine. By 8:00 I was on the couch, in tears. Was it the lack of eating? Was it that body ache? Was it the fact I still had one more cleansing drink to go? How about the massive headache that I had all day? Was it the fact that Chip kept flipping the channel to "Pimp My Ride" or some other crazy car makeover show? Maybe all of it.
However, I'm feeling better today! I had my shake for b'fast and lunch, and was grateful for it. I'm not hungry, but I still plan to pig out tonight at Prime Only.
It's Friday. Thank goodness! We have a weekend planned for taking the old gals shopping for cruise wear. If you hear sirens, just look the other way.
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