So I was going to do a cleanse this week – I started yesterday even – to try to jump start my sluggish blah-ness that I’ve been building up since mid March. This morning I gave up.
It’s not that I fully gave up though, I just discovered that a cleanse isn’t for me. I discovered something about myself that I’ve suspected for quite some time. I love food, all food. The flavours, textures, etc. are one of those simple pleasures that I really enjoy. So instead of doing the cleanse, I’m just going to learn how to cook.
I think a lot of my problems have arisen from the fact that I was eating nothing but pre-prepared crap. I could cook *anything* if it came out of a box. BUT NO MORE! I am going to cook real food – the kind they call “from scratch”. Yikes, I scare myself.
So feel free to e-mail me your favourite recipies – I’ll try anything!