Normally I'm able to power through what I like to call "the two-o-clock grogs". That blasted hour that's too far from lunch but too far from dinner (and too far from my afternoon run) that somehow manages to stretch on for daaaaaaaaaaaaaays.
My general strategy is to get up form the desk, take a walk around the block or maybe update my twitter, just find some sort of brief distraction. This usually does the trick.
Somehow the detox this time around has turned ye olde hour of grogs into a nearly unbearable and agonizing afternoon of torture. I'm distracted by everything, unable to focus for more than five minutes, completely forgetful and worst of all "zombified" for the rest of the afternoon and evening.
I'm frustrated. It's not like I haven't done this detox before and I can certainly feel myself reaping the benefits (way less bloated, no indigestion). And it certainly isn't as if I ate badly to begin with...or did I?
About three months ago my relationship took a turn for the serious and it's been fantastic. I'm SO happy with that aspect of my life. But I also, WE also, started getting a snoodge lazy. The more I think about it the more I am reminded that my diet really has changed a lot in the past three months.
I went from being mostly vegetarian to eating chicken almost every day. I went from rarely touching cow dairy and sweets to hitting up the local "fro-yo" joint at least four times a week. But worst of all, I went from exercising DAILY to exercising maybe three times a week if I was lucky.
So I guess I did start this detox on a bit of a nutritional and diet deficit, something I haven't done in nearly ten years. With this knowledge I decided to write it down here and remind myself that I can't lose sight of what's important to me and what makes my body and mind feel good or I'm going to be DOOMED to slug my way through the two-o-clock grogs.