On my new meandering path to wellness I’ve decided to tackle my diet. Now it’s not that dreadful to be honest, if zero was a fast food munching coke gulping fatberg of a diet and ten was a macrobiotic pulse laden organic fest then I’d be a five or maybe a six, but there is room for improvement.
So from today I’m going to start eating more health consciously.
I decide a bit of a cleanse is a good idea, so I am not going to eat during the day – just a bit of fruit and then have a decent meal late afternoon.
During the morning I take a walk in the park, then do some exercises in the back garden for half an hour ( nobody can see me pathetically floundering with barbells a three year old could manage )
I read a little of my new book & take my vitamins.
All goes well until late afternoon when my stomach starts to grumble.
I head towards the fridge where I find lettuce, beetroot tomatoes and other sundry veg, along with hummus. I put the afore mentioned foodstuffs out on the table and survey them.
As I feel my blood sugar plummet there is no alternative other than to grab my mobile and order a takeaway.
Thirty minutes later I am stuffing my face with fish & chips & mushy peas.
Fish is good for a person isn’t it? I can always start my diet tomorrow.
I read some more before bed, a rather dull tome thus far full of Mesopotamian & Greek Gods and their place in the hills of Lebanon, but I’m sticking with it. It’s the closest I will get to travel in the near future.
I go to sleep with headphones on, listening to two hours of Tibetan Chants which the blurb promises will remove all negative energy & clean my aura.
I’ve never really considered the state of my aura, though I’m pretty certain it must be in a filthy state as I’m fifty nine and have never cleansed it before, so it’s high time.
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