Harry Potter fans will know that wearing a Horcrux stinks. A horcrux is an object full of dark magic, but most importantly, it sucks the life out of you and makes you feel absolutely dismal. It makes you depressed, angry, and everything in between.
I have found in the past (especially after having a long period of poorly taking care of my body) that detoxes are absolutely GAH. They dump all of the toxic sludgey bi-products of the crap I’ve been eating into my bloodstream, and it makes me feel awful. In a couple of days, I’ll feel great. But right now, I’m wearing a horcrux.
I want candy. I want lots of candy. Snickers would be good; and a few Cadbury eggs.
My meals today were distressfully UNlike candy.
Lunch:
3.5oz chicken breast boiled in spinach water, garnished with a little bit of stone-ground mustard
2 pieces of celery
1 rice cake
1/2 cup strawberries
Mid-Afternoon snack:
1 rice cake
Dinner:
2 scrambled eggs
1 cup brussel sprouts (which are remarkably good just steamed with a little bit of salt and pepper)
1/2 cup red grapes
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