The Cleanse: Day Nine

Day Nine will be known as Terrible Tuesday. So terrible, I didn't even journal about it yesterday. It wasn't that I was experiencing any adverse physical reactions, but mentally, it was by far the worst. I was hungry when I left work, and I had to do an errand afterwards, so by the time I got home, I was on the brink. And I just did NOT want to cook. I had stopped at a store hoping I would find a can of soup to heat up when I got home, but it was impossible to find a vegetable soup that did not have legumes, wheat or soy. The options of not eating or eating salad greens were equally unappealing, and I just started spinning out psychologically. Frustrated, fed up, hungry, lonely, questioning why I had chosen to do this program for so long my first time, it went on and on.

So, I poured myself a few ounces of scotch and got to cooking dinner. Not the worst that could happen, but I can't help but feel disappointed that my "test of discipline" failed. I have no intention on ending the cleanse early, but the experience has taken some of the wind out of my sails.