“He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.” -Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900); scholar, writer, philosopher
Food has never tasted so good. Yesterday was Day 8 of my detox and it was an entire day of fasting. The only thing I could consume was a recipe for “Miracle Juice” (a concoction of cranberry juice boiled with cinnamon and spices and then mixed with fresh orange and lemon juice. It tastes like a cold cider.)
I took Maddi to gymnastics yesterday with my Miracle Juice in hand. My friend Stacey asked me what the pink stuff was and when I explained she commented, “You look so ‘glowy’” I think it’s working.” I told her about the struggle I have with food being a part of every social event we go to and that it is difficult to maintain let alone lose weight. For example, last week I went to a Twins game at Target Field. I was in awe of the new stadium in addition to all of the food options. I felt like I was at the State Fair. The entertainment was supposed to be the baseball game, but I think the food is in strong competition to amuse us. Stacey laughed and agreed, “It’s like you have to make all your senses happy all of the time!”
Funny though that when I stop trying to entertain my taste buds, I’m actually happier.
So, today is Day 9 and for breakfast I made a "Puffy Apple Flaxcake," a healthy version of a pancake sprinkled with cinnamon. It was decadent. My sister asked what I put on it. No honey, no syrup, just the cinnamon and it tasted like a sweet treat. A couple of days ago she asked what I ate the cucumber salsa with? I told her, "A fork." There are great recipes on the detox but they would be even better with a cracker or two.
Still like anything else, it’s a day to day learning curve. One cannot fly into flying…but one can journey there.