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Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Detox Day 3.

As it happens, the food I'm eating for this thing is really, really good. And some of it is actually going into our normal rotation, like the carrot and ginger dressing (just like at the Japanese place!), the broccoli and arugula soup (delicious, ridiculously easy) and the miso soup (never knew how to make this, now I do and it's easy.) This morning, I had steel-cut oatmeal with rice milk instead of water. I cheated and threw a few raspberries in, which isn't really cheating since there are raspberries in the diet anyway. I had forgotten how much I adored steel-cut oatmeal. Much like deviled eggs, I love it so much I need you to love it, too. Call me and we can talk about it. Steel-cut oatmeal is not like that gluey stuff other people call oatmeal; the consistency is closer to grits and I love me some grits.

And I bought a juicer, the cheapest one at the store, the Juiceman Jr. I like the Juiceman Jr. and, let's face it, I may never use it again after this week. My first juice, cucumber, basil and lime, was a winner. When this week ends, vodka will perfect it. The second juice, made of kale, celery, ginger, pear and lemon, was not quite so delicious, but did not in any way induce gagging. But all of this is kind of boring, isn't it?

Monday afternoon, I had a headache, which I chalked up to caffeine deprivation, until I slept for eight hours and it didn't go away. And was joined by a sore throat, achy bones, scratchy ears and malaise. The thought of teaching a 9:30 am Pilates class filled me with dread. Once I realized there was no way I could do it without every single person in the class complaining and cancelling their gym membership, I texted, emailed and called each one of my fellow Pilates teachers and, much as I would have done, none of them responded. This is my payback for claiming that flu is an invented illness and not for grown-ups. Finally, someone saved me and volunteered to teach. I spent the rest of the day at home and found it easy enough to stick to my diet, which was heavy on soup and actually quite soothing. My regular sitter showed up and I explained that I would be hiding in my room, slowly dying, while she wrangled the Tank, who had just gone down for a nap. The sitter kindly offered to let me off the hook and come back on Thursday, which sounded great. Until the Tank woke up less than an hour later. I cried.

I cried some more and called my husband to beg him to cancel his tennis match for the evening. He said no. I cleaned up the forty-third mess the Tank made and called him back, screaming and crying and begging him to come home after work instead of playing tennis. He still said no. We called each other several times, I felt even worse and he finally agreed to come home, which he did around 5 pm. I promptly fell asleep, even though the feeling of the sheets against my aching skin was excruciating. Really, I brought this on myself. I never should have mocked people when they claimed to be sick.

What I really hate is the sick voice. You know the one.

"...ahhhh...i can't...unhh...come to work...i'm...ahhhh...really sick..."

I refuse to do the sick voice. I don't care if you just vomited, you can still muster up a semi-normal voice. Really. But here's the thing, my husband wouldn't help me until I threw a full-on fit. I'm too old to be a thrower of fits; those days are past or they would be, if people would just believe me the first time.

And what about after a sick day? Abs class was on my schedule this morning and, even though I still felt like crap, I didn't want to impose on my fellow teachers yet again and figured I could muddle through, which I did. But I saw the look one of them gave me, the look that said, "Sick? Really? You look fine to me." I suppose it would have been better if I had languished another day or so. And sick is as sick does, so I probably would have been sick for a week, just so I could prove I really had been sick. How silly is that? And I'm still sick, so feel sorry for me, d*mnit!

Namasté, y'all!

P.S. Next time you are sick, I recommend you follow Day 3 of lovely Gwyneth's detox diet, which seems to have excellent healing powers. I promise not to mock you behind your back.

3 comments:

Camille said...

I am so glad you are posting about your detox. I may have to try it this spring... sometime when Mr. Maurice has the week off so that my own 2-and-a-half year old won't drive me to break the detox to upturn a bottle of sauvignon blanc! LOL. Hope you are feeling better...

Suz said...

I too am really enjoying detoxing vicariously through you. I don't find it boring at all--quite the contrary. It's very inspiring!

kbfenner said...

Do you know about making steel cut oats overnight in a mini-crockpot, so they're ready whenever you want them the next AM?

Spray or grease the crockpot first, throw in 1 cup oats, 2+ cups water, cinnamon (& other spices) and salt to taste, cover and plug in. Do not put in raisins unless you want them to disintegrate. Next AM, stir in raisins--makes 2-3 bowls--top with walnuts!