Thanks to my lovely friend
B E B E S C U I T and with the help of the very supportive
The Original Black Tom, I have become a
Wagon Climber.
I don't know where the name comes from, but I know two things:
1. It is not a cult, like the name makes it sound.
2. I will be doing a four week cleansing, detoxifying, evil toxin stomping diet.
Oddly enough, I am excited about this. I am not the type to do anything remotely good for me, so to be excited about this is strange, indeed.
So tonight, in preparation and a fit of insanity, instead of waiting 25 minutes for my bus to take me from the transit center home, I walked the 2.3 miles and surprised myself by actually beating the bus to my apartment.
Of course, then I promptly came home and had a dinner of Triscuits and dill dip, which I am now washing down with a Newcastle.
What? The cleanse doesn't start until Monday.
So as of Monday, only whole foods - nothing processed in any way, no diary, no sugar, no caffiene (I'm so not looking forward to the headache this is going to bring on). You, dear friends, will be subject to all of the complaining I am sure to do and for that I apologize in advance.
Okay, so right now, I'm going to go eat some ice cream and drink some Kool-aid and maybe follow that with a Zinger.
Gotta do it while I can. I'm Wagon Climbing on Monday, yo.