Walked with Joe to get the Sunday NY Times yesterday. Not sure but think it’s 4 miles round trip. It was nice to walk in the sprinkles with rain jacket hoods on. AND I walked today, even though I so did not want to. It felt good to get out. It always feels good, once I get over the initial dread. “You love it”, I remind myself. I do, I do… and thank God for spring and the warmer days soon to come. When it’s nice out it’s MUCH easier to remind myself how much fun walking and running is. It’s still daylight now at 7pm. Ah! I can go on my evening walks again. I’m really really glad.
I’ve been feeling like shit for a few weeks now. “Vomitose” is what I call it… nauseous, lightheaded a few times. I know it’s all the crap I’ve been eating. Chips and sweets have become the cornerstone to my diet. Yesterday was it… no more. I am craving vegetables and fresh fruit. The thought of starting fresh occurred to me. Detox, cleanse? I feel like taking a long hot shower after weeks of living on the street… what is the diet equivalent to that? I guess a colon cleanse/ lemon water detox would be extreme. Ok, I’ll start clean in a less drastic way… Throw out Cheez-its. Eat FOOD. Munch on raw veggies. No f**ing sugar. Think that’s a good start. Oh, and WALK.. walk walk walk. Do it every day, have a damn good excuse not to.
Yay! Made a hair cut appointment on St Patty’s day. Need it, badly. My hair is angry… it refuses to look good, just limp and dull and craggy.
