Well, I figured the equinox was as good a time as any to do it. My big public announcement (to keep myself honest) is that I am going to go a month without dough. I might even try to make it to the winter solstice.
Here’s the thing. I haven’t been feeling great. I’ve been getting brain fog almost daily and I just feel…I don’t know…doughy. Brain fog is the worst. I just can’t seem to string my thoughts together without extraordinary effort and then I don’t get anything done as I find I wander when I’m like that. Soon my family will have to post APBs on me like some alzheimer-esque senior citizen.
Last seen at the Bread Garden. Often follows bread crumbs and bread-smells. If found, please alert the authorities. Do not feed!
I want to eat intuitively, I do. And yet, I think that I’m finding it hard to distinguish between intuition and addiction. I seem to be eating in an addictive way rather than an intuitive way, because even when it doesn’t make me feel good, I continue to eat certain things that tend to be, you guessed it, in the dough family.
I’ve had this before and dealt with it by doing a serious anti-candida protocol. And it really worked. Within a week I was feeling like a whole new woman. Well, it’s time to do it again. I’ve got to do a system re-boot, de-fog the windshield, blow the dust out of the ducts. See? I’m mixing my metaphors willy-nilly, it’s bad, people, it’s bad.
The next two weeks might be a little rough, as my body and brain adjust, so I’ll need moral support. Why is it moral support? What does no-dough have to do with morality? Screw that, I need MORALE support.
That’s where you come in. See that little comments section? Give me a “RA-RA!” or “You-go girl!” or even “You can do it!” That sort of thing. Ordinarily I want to punch my inner cheerleader, but I can’t reach you through the comments, and really, I would appreciate it.
I will report in most days to let you know how it’s going. If you don’t see anything for a couple of days, you should worry. And check all the local Bread Gardens.