The Zit. Do I kill it, do I keep it, why did I decide to go through a cleanse when I have social obligation on my calendar like dance class. Bright lights, mirrors, not good.
But I do feel good about the cleanse. It altered my frame of mind during the week and I came to realize that I shouldn’t continue to be an extremist, an all or nothing kind of person, cause this is what happens. Toxins come out of your skin, and no make up can help it. Trust me, I tried. Lesson learned?
Not really. I bought a pound of carne asada yesterday and a beer to celebrate the end of my cleanse and I swear to God when I ate the final bite of the meat my heart started pounding. It felt like a sudo heart attack. Now. Is it from the cleanse? I think so cause obviously my body is more alert to the things I put into it.
So now I’m stuck with a face like a teenager going through puberty and a fear of meat. Please no one comment on how meat is bad for me. I’m not going to hang my hat on the carne asada but at least I learned a lesson.
A pound of meat coupled with a beer after a week of water and vegetables is abuse to the body. I must find a way to live in moderation. Thankfully I know my hypomania has a history of extremism, which clearly paned out this week, so at the very least I can learn from my past, and look forward to a better future sans a zit.
P.S. I didn’t eat all the carde asada or finish the beer in case you’re wondering.
Meat photo available from Shutterstock