Let's get it out of the way ... Cleanses, in powder, pill, or liquid, just do NOT have the same effect on me. I thought, okay ... I'll try this one more time, because it's FULL of fibers, but only has ONE gram of net carbs; sweetened with monk fruit; can't be all that bad. (See the product picture down below).
Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft. Hold my coffee.
A serving is 12.5 grams, which the internets tell me is equal to one tablespoon. As I write this (on the morning of Day 20), all it did was make me FEEL like garbage. It has yet to make the actual function happen. I did NOT like the overall effect it had on my person. It left this fibrous/gel-like coating in my mouth. The taste was traumatizing - and just barely resembled pineapple flavor. The texture was almost chewy. And it made me feel like my blood pressure, or my blood sugar had spiked astronomically.
I'm good. You never know til you try, and now I know. Maybe it works for others, but for me, it's a no-win situation.
In other news, yesterday was an odd day. The beloved hath sinus AND double-ear infections. Had to take my father-in-law to an appointment. The Black House is ALL the way down, and, in fact, buried in the ground below. It is GONE ... All that's left of the place are the trees and weeds. Weird. Even the shoes hanging on the old power line, gone. I should have gotten a picture, in an angle facing the house, so that you could see just how Black House it all actually was. If you have never read Black House, it's a dark and twisted story that ties into the Dark Tower series, which, if you didn't know, is Stephen King's epic, epic story. This place DEFINITELY looked like the gateway to something not so good, and all things evil.
Work was okay, but I find it hard to focus and get back into it after taking the morning off. It's like the morning is the runway, and by afternoon, my productivity lifts off, and I can get stuff done.
We have started watching A Million Little Things ... We FINALLY have a show we can enjoy and discuss and pick apart again. I'm glad we waited because a few years back, I would not have been in the right headspace for the subject matter, but now, it makes sense. Peel away the "everybody looks perfect and has all the money in the world" facade, and the story is good.
My thoughts are all over the place, but Day 19 was an okay day. I'm good with okay. I am not good with pineapple-chia cleanse powders.
See you later, taters.
Day 19 Progress
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