Monday, July 27, 2009
I have decided, in earnest, that I CANNOT live on the west coast of the United States. And that's basically the end of that little ill-fated social experiment. We ended up cutting our weekend semi-getaway short because none of us- dog included- could stomach another minute of the excitement. I'm still wrestling with the notion that humans actually dole out (exorbitant!) sums of money to work and play there! Truth be told, you could not pay me enough to inhabit that congested, pretentious, aloof, mess of a county. That about sums it up.
This week, I'm prepping myself for departure on a month-long intensive detox. Fortunately, I'm not required to tweak my diet too much, although I do plan on eliminating coffee and upping water intake significantly. Detoxes are never fun, and I've learned my lesson the hard way regarding jumping in blindly without adequate mental centering. It's doubly hard here, because I feel as though my environment is exponentially adding to my pollution load as quickly as I'm attempting to clear it. If nothing else, I hope this protocol will strengthen my liver and detox pathways to the extent that I can manage the body burden a bit more effectively.
I am beginning to understand that a great deal of my fatigue here is linked to my chronic sinus/allergy plight, rather than a metabolic condition, which is a good thing. I'm off now, to hunt down my sense of humor and perhaps some mail-order sunshine.