Around Day 15 on the cleanse, things get a little tedious… at least for me. This is the time I have to remind myself of how far I’ve come; how much lighter I feel; and how that plateau-stuck moment is now in my rearview. My friend (today :), the scale, is moving in the right…
Coloring My Hair #myfirsttime
I couldn’t take the “diamonds” anymore, as my lovely, regular stylist, Rose, calls them. Diamonds are precious. Grays are not. During the Q, I found I had no choice but to take them on, strand by strand. But how in God’s name could I possibly do it alone? Wouldn’t the color splay everywhere? How could…
Day 1 – MFK Cleanse 2020
Today began with expectations of a successful first cleanse day. Happy to say, it’s ending with the knowledge that my last 14-waking hours have been a success. This exercise in practicing self-assurance and meeting first-day goals is gratifying—especially right out of the gate. The icing on the cake (that I never actually ate, you know,…
Grab Will. It’s Plateau Time.
Uck! Not again. I’m doing EVERYTHING right. Following the prescripts of this cleanse to a T. Had a lovely 3-pound immediate loss during the first week. What the hell is going on now, at the end of week two? Have I actually gained a half-pound? I’m ready to have a temper tantrum, and my scale…
Grab Map. Make U-Turn.
I am raising three outstanding sons: two teenagers and one little guy. When they’re little guys it’s so much easier to keep tabs on their day-to-day interactions. When they become preteens, especially with their own phones in their hands, it’s easy for them to slide down a path strewn with potential detours, downed trees, and…
Grab a Seat. Consider the Week.
Ok. Here I am… entering Day 7 of my 21-day, January cleanse. So far, I’ve stayed on track, eaten clean proteins, vegetables, non-gluten, whole grains, nuts and seeds. I have had at least 8-8oz. glasses of water everyday–lost the dairy, sugar, coffee, and wine. Never a true red meat eater, I’ve enjoyed my usual and…
Grab Lightning. Add Thunder.
Lightning and thunder in January? In Southern California? And, it was overnight–a scary soundtrack to disturb my slumbering mind. The crashing, thunderous vibrations woke me from a deep sleep. Since I couldn’t forget what I heard, lying there, taking in more of the noises with my eyes open in the dark, my brain got to…
Grab Pen. Which Project?
Professionally speaking, I’m intrigued by the number of new writing projects that await. When did I get ushered into the world of freelancing, book proposals, and creative writing pursuits? This is more a rhetorical question; one I ask myself because I find it curious how I got here: Broadcast journalism led the way. Got my…
Grab Jacket. Hit trail.
I began the day yesterday bummed that my treadmill was failing beneath my feet. With a chug back and a shove forward, I knew my four-year-old, tried and true (to this point), fitness buddy was about to give me the slip. Luckily, I popped off before it had a chance to slam me back against…
Don’t Grab Wine… When You’ve Got Willpower.
Each time I begin my January cleanse I have the irrational fear of failing. Part of that idea of falling short stemmed from what I thought was my weakness: not being able to combat the urge for a glass of wine on “wine nights”–Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday–circa 6pm, chez nous. I hesitated to write the…