No photos for this short post- sorry amigos!
I went to Vancouver with full intention of staying on the detox wagon- well, one thing led to another and I signed the lease on my apartment, and then decided a celebratory glass of wine (and then a dirty martini.. shhhh) was needed- and some celebratory tortilla chips on my taco salad.. [breakfast was eggs with corn thins and almond butter, snack was a pear and some veggies, lunch was rice cakes with vegan chowder, and snack in the afternoon was some soy nuts- so still a good day all in all– and no workout, too busy, and I’m cool with that- when you’re detoxing you’re supposed to take it easy, so I’m doing that]
Scale of one to ten. How much do I care?! Zero. I could get all up in arms about it, but to be honest, I can’t really be bothered. I’m on this detox to get back into good habits, part of my good habits involve living a balanced and full life. Had I not had reason to celebrate, I probably wouldn’t have, but I’m not going to pass up a glass of wine at a proud moment because of some detox I’m on. If I’d died in my sleep last night, I would have seriously regretted that move.
So- I’m back on the wagon this morning- I had my staple cup of coffee, bottle of water, apple and 1/3C of soy nuts. I have my veggies ready to go for the rest of the day, with some additional soy nuts and veggies.
How would you guys react if you fell off the wagon? Would you stay off or hop back on? I’m still early in my detox, so I figure it can’t really hurt to hop back on- I mean I do it in hockey playoffs all the time!