That is the question. To ensure that we're all on the same page, ghosting is when you intentionally disappear from someone's life--stop answering texts, calls, emails, and any other form of communication. This also includes blocking people on social media platforms. It's not always an easy decision to make, nor one that I ever really want to make, but sometimes you just have to. I learned that there are times, especially as a woman, you just have to look out for yourself. So when is it appropriate to ghost someone or how do you know when ghosting is the best response? I have had this discussion with several friends, male and female, and if you find yourself wondering if you should ghost someone or not, here are a few examples of when is probably an appropriate situation for ghosting. (It's important to note that I am speaking from a female perspective because I am a woman, but the reverse also applies for men in similar situations.)
Love, Justine was started to inspire folks to love themselves, and thus be able to love one another. Well, I have a confession to make. I'm not always good at practicing what I preach. If you ever heard the way I've criticized myself and how I have judged myself, you might think I'm an awful, miserable person. It's truly terrible and so unhealthy.
As I've been preparing for Lent, which is finally upon us, I thought very hard about what I was going to do and give up this year. I pondered this for a few months, and one day a light suddenly opened up in my head as if the sun were rising out of it. I said to myself, I am going to give up fat shaming myself, and hating on myself in general. While I'm not berating myself daily, it's not an uncommon thought that crosses my mind, thinking things like "Oh, I hate my body," "I'm so ugly," "Why are my hips so wide and my legs not longer?" and the list goes on.
The level of consciousness I have regarding my body is something that was drilled into my brain as a small child. So, I don't think ever in my life, have I looked at myself and thought, I love my body. Whether I was a size 0 or 4, or a 6 (and I've been all those sizes), there was always room for improvement. It's really sad not to love your body.
Thankfully, when I was in law school I learned how to take care of my body and treat it well. I learned how to eat clean, and not only do workouts that I enjoy, but workout because it makes me feel good and strong, not because I needed to be "skinny." I learned that taking care of the one body I've been blessed with is so important, because I only have one life to live and I need this body to work properly for as long as possible, so I can do all the things I want to do in life.
Still, I've found it very difficult to speak kindly to myself, and to speak to myself with the kind of respect I command and expect from others. When my fiance tells me I'm beautiful, and I have a hard time knowing whether that's true or not, then something is very broken inside. There are a multitude of reasons for this, and I'm not always sure of the starting point of it all, but what I do know is that I don't want to hate myself. I want to love myself wholly, because I know that if I don't then I am robbing myself of love and robbing my loved ones of love they deserve. Moreover, if I ever have a daughter, I would never want her to speak to herself the way I have spoken to myself. It breaks my heart thinking of anyone hating themselves so much.
So, for Lent I am giving up saying the words "I'm fat" and "I'm ugly." Anything that would constitute verbal abuse if it were said to another person, I am refraining from, because it's time to stop verbally abusing myself. Lent is a time for spiritual growth, and that growth requires me to love the way God my made me. I am a confident woman, so I should learn to speak to myself like a confident woman.
Of course, the inevitable question is, "Well after Lent, will you go back to calling yourself fat and ugly?" No. My hope is, and I pray that, during this blessed season, I will build a habit out of loving myself and really learn what it is to love myself. There are other things I will also do to help me really come to my center, like taking Sundays off. For the next 6 weeks I will not check emails or work on Sundays, because this will allow myself to fully rest and be ready to work like a high speed train the rest of the week. More importantly, it'll allow me time to truly be with myself. Giving alms is an important aspect of Lent, so I will also be giving alms in various ways to spread love and joy throughout this season. I am dedicating the next 6 weeks to mending what was broken so long ago and I'm excited to see how I grow in this time.
Observing Lent the way I have set out to do this year is my way of telling God, thank you for creating me, I truly appreciate what you've blessed me with, and I love you. It's also my way of telling myself, "I love you." I cannot keep doing what I'm doing if I do not learn to wholly love myself.
It's time to escape my demons for once and for all.
BIG LOVE & HUGS
Holy crap. My friend convinced me to go to her Zumba class with her, and it was AWESOME. It's been a while since I've danced, and I forgot how much I love it. The entire class is basically just various routines to different songs. It was funny--at the end of class, the instructor said to me, "I can tell you used to dance, because you did great, and you were smiling the whole time. I could tell you were totally in your element." And then I beamed, and I thought, "Yes, I totally was in my element. I was HAPPY."
Dancing is a natural high. Dancing--at least for girls--is sensual, it's sexy, it's fun, it's spiritual, it's confidence, and it's endorphins…and "endorphins make you happy, and happy people just don't shoot their husbands." More importantly, it's something you do for yourself.
I remember in one of my belly dancing classes, the instructor gave a little history on belly dancing. This was a particular kind, and I forget what kind, so it may or may not apply to all belly dancing. Anyways…she said that the women who used to do this belly dance did so only with each other (no men), because it was something they did for themselves, something spiritual and sensual that they did for themselves. I thought that was such an important element to share, because when you dance you're in control of your body and the sensuality you exhume from dance, every emotion you exhume from dance, is personal. For me, dance is everything I've already said. And it's personal. It brings me back to me.
As I was in class, like the instructor said, I was totally in my element. I was in my zone--my happy zone, and suddenly all the stress that had built up this week was melting away. It was being danced away. With every step, every kick, every sway of my hip, and turn, my blues just blew away.
And now I understand the Zumba craze. People used to tell me that Zumba was Turbo Fire's competitor, and since I did Turbo Fire I didn't do Zumba. But I'm going to have to say that that's a whole lot of Bob Snottsy. They are not the same at all.
In any case, I think everyone should do a lot more dancing in their lives. Maybe we'd all be a little happier :)
BIG LOVE & HUGS
I DID IT!!! I finally did it!!! It has been at least two years since I was last able to donate blood. Every time I tried to in that time, either my iron level was too low, they couldn’t find a plump enough vein, or they stuck me and missed my vein, or my blood flowed too slowly and they had to stop in the middle of the donation. But today, Sunday, February 23, 2014, I finally ended the draught—although, not without complications, of course.
So, I accidentally got to church too early this morning, because last night I looked up the mass schedule for my church back home, instead of the one I go to here. I’ve been absent a few weeks and I always mix up the times. Anyhow, when I realized my mistake, seeing not a single person in the long rows of pews, I noticed the Blood Drive signs, and decided, well, this must be fate. So I went over to the hall where they were conducting the blood drive, and luckily was able to squeeze right in without an appointment.
No surprise, upon the first prick for iron level, my iron level was too low. It was not terribly low though—12.2. I had hope. Though, based on experience, I knew that a re-prick didn’t necessarily guarantee my iron level to rise. Sometimes it lowered. And significantly! So, you can imagine my ecstatic reaction when my re-prick met the minimum level of 12.5.
As I got onto the bed, and they prepped me for the needle, I got nervous. It seems that as I’ve gotten older, I’ve become more afraid, because it’s become more painful. I thought I was just becoming more and more of a wuss; but apparently, it’s normal. The more you’ve been pricked, the more scar tissue may build up, which then may make it more painful to be stuck with a needle. Makes you kind of wonder how heroine addicts do it, but I guess that’s why they’re addicts.
It hurt, and very shortly after, the nurse was stopping it and taking it out. I got worried, and I didn’t understand what she was talking about. She said, “It stopped.” I thought, “What, how does my blood just stop flowing.” I know my blood tends to flow slowly (my dad says at least I’ll probably never bleed to death), but how does it just stop flowing period. The other nurse that came to clean it up said I started bruising right away so they had to stop.
Well, that’s a new complication I’ve not faced before. I asked them to try my other arm, and thankfully it was less painful and my blood flowed. What a relief it was to finally be able to fill up that bag again.
Of course, the story doesn’t end there. I don’t know how many blood drives I’ve walked out of without a hitch. Sure I’ll grab some water, but I rarely ever touch the snacks unless I’m actually craving Cheeze-its or something. As soon as I started to walk toward the snack table though, I got dizzy and my vision started to go. I thought, oh crap, now I’m going to be even later to mass. At that point it was only 10 after. So, I grabbed a bag of elf cookies with rainbow M&Ms—you know which ones I’m talking about. I finished the cranberry juice they had given me when we switched arms, and then grabbed a bottle of water. After finishing half the bottle of water and several cookies, I decided it was probably safe for me to go to mass now. As I walked outside I started getting slightly light-headed again, and by the time I felt like I might faint again—my vision was going and I was getting hot—I was right near my car. So I made it to my car, plopped down in the driver’s seat, and rolled down the windows. I quickly finished the rest of my water and the cookies, and just sat there until the color started coming back into my face.
I kept contemplating whether I’d be able to make it into the church for the rest of mass, or if I should just sit in the church parking lot and be at mass without actually being at mass, or just go home. I really wanted to go to mass, and to receive communion, because it has been a few weeks, and I’ve got a big week ahead of me. So, when I felt like I could, I got out of my car and headed into the front of the church. Of course, just my luck, when I walked in there was no sign of an easily accessible spot to sit down in. I was feeling okay, so at first I just stood in the back where a few others, probably also tardy folks, were standing. I was doing okay for about a minute, and then I started to feel unstable again. Eventually, when I knew I really needed to sit down, I asked a girl on the edge to make room for me, and I just plopped down in the pew while everyone was standing. I figured the people around me could see that both my arms were bandaged, obviously from donating blood, so they knew I wasn’t being rude.
Every time I tried to stand up or kneel with the rest of the congregation, I’d get dizzy again, so I’d have to sit. I wanted to sit long enough so that I’d be okay to walk up for communion. At this point that walk seemed daunting. I usually sit towards the middle or front, but this time I was all the way in the back. Well, I am happy to let you know that I made it up the line without a hitch to receive communion. Yippee.
By the time I made it back into the pews though, I was not feeling so hot, so after everyone got up to leave at the end, I sat a little longer. When I finally made it to my car, I again sat a little longer, just to be safe, because I called my man to tell him the exciting news, and I was practically panting over the phone. Sitting down I felt fine. It was only standing up that affected me.
When I got home, I quickly divulged a delicious lunch I had waiting for me.
So, there you go. That was the latest of my adventures in blood donations. Nothing terribly dramatic, but definitely an interesting one for me.
The Red Cross is in need of blood donations, and platelet donations. If you are able to, I highly encourage you to donate. 1 pint of blood saves three lives. Just remember to drink lots of water before and after your donation, and eat well.
BIG LOVE & HUGS
I never thought I’d be a baker. In Girl Scouts, my troop used to do a cookie exchange every year, and we’d each bring homemade cookies and copies of the recipe to share with each girl. One year, my mom helped me make “break n’ bake” cookies. So my recipe was, open the package, break, and bake.
However, I think I’m starting to understand why some girls say that baking is a good stress reliever. I was having such a stressful day, that at one point I dropped everything, and said, “Okay, I’m going to bake a ginormous muffin.” So I did. Within about 15 minutes I was satisfactorily enjoying a hot, fresh out of the oven, GINORMOUS muffin.
I don’t know what it is, but something about throwing all the ingredients into a bowl and then rigorously mixing it—it’s relaxing. It really is. For five minutes while you’re making your concoction, you’re just relieving all your stress into that bowl.
And then you get to indulge in something warm and tasty and fluffy afterwards. And my concoctions are always "clean," too, so their also guilt-free :D.
BIG LOVE & HUGS
Last week I went out to lunch with a couple friends, and we went to Mellow Mushroom for pizza, because I had been having mad cravings for pizza. While we were catching up, gossiping about the latest news on The Row, etc., we mentioned how pizza is the best leftover food. I remember in college, whenever I’d get a pizza craving, I’d walk over to Giovanni’s and get one slice to eat nice and hot, and one slice to put in the fridge and have for breakfast the next day.
So yes, as we are discussing how we were not going to devour our pizzas right there, so that we could eat them for breakfast—or at least that was my plan, Bob was going to share the leftovers with his wife, and Amanda was good and ordered the salad + 1 slice combo—I immediately followed that up with “pizza…AND ice cream cake.”
It’s true. I’m 25 and I still ask for ice cream cakes on my birthday. And I don’t plan on ever changing that tradition. I don’t even like celebrating my birthday, but I’ll take any excuse to have ice cream cake. And lately it’s become a tradition at our family gatherings to have at least one ice cream cake. So my favorite part is waking up the next morning and having a delectable slice of leftover ice cream cake.
As we got ourselves excited over pizza and ice cream, I was like, “I’m going to go get ice cream cake so that I can have the ultimate breakfast tomorrow.” And when I say I’m going to do something, I do it.
True to my word, before I went home I stopped at Baskin Robbins and picked up the smallest cake they had, and very giddily brought it home and put it in my freezer. It’s been freezing cold on this side of the country, and since I’m currently working from home and on a full-time study schedule, I usually start my day in bed with either some emails or a set of multiple questions—usually both. That next morning I got up without thinking twice about the bitter coldness cruelly penetrating my walls and windows. I cut myself a corner slice of Cookies n’ Cream Cake, and grabbed my pizza, and sat on my couch with the utmost satisfaction as I indulged in the ultimate breakfast.
Oh yes I did. And I have no shame in it. Every other day I eat incredibly clean and healthy, because I value my body and my health. In fact, I’ve even dropped a few pounds this winter, and it wasn’t even one of my New Year’s Resolutions. Not that I made any, but…take that winter! So anyways, when I have moments like this, and I just want to indulge in something sinful like The Ultimate Breakfast, I have no guilt. I indulge, and I enjoy to the max.
And then it’s back to the good stuff in my fridge and pantry, and…I may pull a double workout day. I workout like a boss, so don’t mess with me in the gym. Actually, you probably shouldn’t even talk to me.
It’s important to value your body and your health, because it’s one of the best things you can do for yourself and your loved ones. But treat yourself well without shackling yourself. Taking care of your body should make you feel good and happy, not like a jail sentence. And if every now and then you want to splurge on The Ultimate Breakfast, or a giant steak quesorito, or something like that, do.
I think “splurge days” or “cheat days” only throw people off when they treat “clean eating” like it’s a restriction on everything not so clean. And then they get into this unhealthy mindset, which sometimes just makes you want it more. You know…you want what you can’t have. So, don’t tell yourself you can’t have something—just know when you can, and how to maintain your own balance. Or learn how to make a better substitute. I've been getting better at baking, and everything I bake is gluten-free and totally clean, only sweetened with agave. And I promise you, they actually taste really good. I'm saying that, because I'm not even a baker to begin with. I mean, I don't understand it, but my gluten-free breads come out way nicer, softer, and more moist than any store bought gluten-free bread. Anyways, take care of yourself, but don't tease your mind by trying to restrict and restrain yourself.
You can have your cake and eat it, too…just not every day ;).
BIG LOVE & HUGS
So, I finally got LASIK. I say finally, because I was going to get it after undergrad, but then when I started law school my eyesight just plummeted even more. Thus, I waited another three years, and FINALLY, on Friday, December 6, 2013 I got my eyes lasered. And actually, I did not get LASIK, I got PRK. PRK is a safer version of laser eye surgery, and the only procedure the military allows. Instead of cutting a flap on your eye and fixing underneath the flab, as they do in LASIK, they basically shave off a layer of your eye. It takes a few extra days of healing, as opposed to LASIK’s 2-3 days of healing, but overall I imagine it’s a similar experience. I got PRK, because it was suggested that due to the shape of my eye, PRK would be a better option.
First, I was majorly impressed that I was in and out of the office in one hour on procedure day. Also, I only had to go without glasses for a week prior, and without make up for a week post. I thought it was going to be a month. Reality TV lied to me!!! What else has it lied to me about??? Everything. I know, I know. Everything.
Did you know your eyes are connected to your throat? I found this out when I could taste my eye drops in the back of my throat. Gross, I know. But I guess that’s why they lump Eye, Nose, & Ear doctors into one. Makes sense now…
The actual procedure was very quick—15 minutes tops, if that. Most of the time I spent in the office was spent letting the drugs kick in. I took a Valium, some steroids, and an Ibuprofen. They warned me that the steroids tasted horribly, and initially I didn’t taste it. I even said out loud, “I didn’t taste a thing!” But as soon as I said that, the rancid after taste of the steroids crept up the back of my throat and I regretted my words. It really was rancid. Yuck.
Once I was in the “operating room” I laid on the table, they numbed my eyes some more, and then before we got to the lasering the doctor started brushing my eye with what felt like a tiny, soft, electric toothbrush. After she was done with that, she either scraped stuff off my eye or spread something on my eye. I thought she was scraping, but I realized it could have been either. Keep in mind, my eyes are numb, so I can really feel anything. I can see everything, but I can’t feel it. I felt slight vibrations from the brush, but not much. That part was really weird though, because you’re told to keep looking at the light, but you can’t even see it. Plus, you want desperately to close your eye; however, that is impossible, as there is an eyelid opener in your eye, keeping you from doing so. Weird, huh?
Then it was time for the laser. The hardest part about this part was just staring into the light for so long—except it really wasn’t that long. It’s very bright…greenish-yellow. I felt like I was in some sci-fi movie. When they laser finished its job, I could smell a distinct after-laser smell. And then it grossed me out a little, because I realized it wasn’t just the smell of the laser, it was the smell of the laser on my eye.
After that was all good and done, she moved onto the next eye and repeated the process.
For the three days following the procedure, I slept more than I knew was even possible. It was basically like being in a coma with brief periods of waking to eat a little or put eye drops in. It’s hard not to when your eyes are burning to the point where you can’t even open them. So what else are you going to do when that happens—sleep. Or write a song. I did both. Well, I wrote half a song, until it became too uncomfortable. Then I went back to sleep.
Still, I’m not sure if I was just that tired, or if the chemicals in the drops made me sleepy, or just the strain and stress on my eyes made me sleep that much. It was incredible. I wish I could do that all the time. Mind you, I still got lots of work done. Luckily the worst of the healing process occurred on Saturday and Sunday. But on Friday, I answered emails when I could, Siri became my best friends, and I even made the boyfriend respond to emails and help me with some work. It was fantastic. Sidenote: I am SUPER impressed with how well Siri works on the new iPhone 5s now. I never used to be able to use it, but now I use it al the time.
I had to go in for a follow up Saturday morning, Monday morning, and finally Wednesday morning. Right away she told me my eyes were healing very well—that was good. It’s hard to tell since with PRK your eyesight remains blurry. It’s definitely, noticeably better right after…but still blurry. Part of the blurriness is due to the contact bandage they put in your eyes to help the healing. Apparently, they don’t’ just have contacts without prescriptions, so there is a slight prescription on the contacts that also make things a little blurry. Additionally, with PRK, your eyesight is supposed to get worse before it gets better. I will definitely say that they got worse late Saturday through Monday. The burning is the worst part, because especially on Monday, I couldn’t go without eye drops for more than thirty minutes. That is, I had my two prescribed eye drops, but I also had artificial tears with a small amount of numbing solution. It’s the artificial tears with the numbing solution that helped me. I realized, however, that there was another set of drops that were given to me at the doctor’s office that I had forgotten about, and I didn’t know when or how I was to use them, so I didn’t start using them until Monday night. That helped a lot…I think. By Tuesday I experienced no discomfort at all—just slight blurriness, likely due to the contacts.
I can’t really tell you what amazed me the most about the whole experience…well, probably just the fact that I can now see for the first time, in 15 years, without the aid of glasses or contacts. However, one thing that did amuse me, was the fact that on Monday I was told that, vision-wise, I was legally allowed to drive. I just couldn’t believe it, since I knew my vision was better, but it was not at all perfect. I did not dare drive though, I didn’t want to get caught in the middle of the road when my eyes started burning again. That would not be good.
Wednesday morning, today, I went in for my final follow up, and they removed the contacts. It’s like I have brand new eyes! Crazy…
I would say if you’re in your twenties, maybe early thirties, I’d definitely recommend getting the procedure done; unless of course, contacts and glasses don’t bother you. To be able to operate on your eye, with little pain and discomfort, and such a short recovery time, is still just mind-blowing.
Oh, also, make sure you have a chauffeur for the weekend, if you do get this done. I am ever grateful to my friends who helped out. Thankfully, I prepared my food ahead of time, but getting to the doctor’s could not be done alone.
Another thing--they told me that people who get LASIK can go back to work on Monday, following a Friday procedure, but people who get PRK done cannot go back to work until Wednesday. Rest assured, I got a buttload of work done. It's possible, if you work from home, blurry vision and all. It can be difficult when you're feeling discomfort, but where there is a will, there is a way. If you don't want to work…well, then great, you get 6 days off!
BIG LOVE & HUGS
My favorite item on True Food Kitchen’s menu is the Spaghetti Squash Casserole. It’s such a simple and filling dish. Not to mention, it’s chock full of nutrients. Well, there’s no True Food Kitchen Nashville, and I was super craving it, so I decided I would experiment a little and make it myself. I wonder if I keep emailing them, if they might consider opening up a restaurant here in Nashtyville. You can’t blame a girl for trying now can you?
First, spaghetti squash is way more ginormous than I realized. It’s humungo! Just buy one, and you’ll eat for a week. Or buy one and throw a dinner party.
You first have to cut the spaghetti squash in half to pre-cook. I don’t know if it was just the squash I bought or what, but be prepared to use a little more man (woman) power than expected. So grab a good knife, too. Scoop out all the seeds and weird stringy stuff, then place each half face down on a cookie sheet or roasting pan or something, and cook it in the oven for 40 minutes at 400 degrees. Oh, I also saw recipes that said you can microwaves the halves for about 7-10 minutes, but I prefer not to use the microwave in such situations; however, thought I'd let you know you can cut your prep time down if you'd like.
In the mean time, peel and shred up a zucchini. You can also chop up half an onion and some garlic or shred some carrots. I’ve seen other recipes that added more stuff. Short on time, I decided to keep it simple. Plus, I’m not sure if everything would fit in the casserole dish once it was all mixed.
Once the spaghetti squash is ready, take it out of the oven and go at it with a fork. Mix it up with the zucchini (and other ingredients if you decided to add them) and a jar of the spaghetti sauce of your choice. Or if you’re super awesome, make your own sauce. One day, folks…one day. One day I’ll figure out how to make my own sauce. I mixed all up directly in the casserole dish, and once it was good and mixed, I added some basil for a little extra color and fun, and then I sliced up fresh mozzarella cheese and laid it on top of everything. I think it’ll probably be easier to get shredded mozzarella, but whatever floats your boat.
Once that is all good and done, stick it in the oven at 350 degrees for 45 minutes. For the last 15-20 minutes I increased it to 400 degrees so that the mozzarella would brown faster.
Now you are ready to feast. Cheers to clean and delicious eating.
Oh, and maybe you’re a tidier cook than I am, but I made a big mess in the kitchen…so, just FYI.
BIG LOVE & HUGS
I love this popular Swiss breakfast meal, also commonly known as just Müesli. It's delicious and totally a great healthy start to your day. I ate it every day in Switzerland, it's fabulous.
All you need are:
All you do:
Mix it all up and let it chill in the refrigerator for the night so that the oats have a chance to soak in the yogurt (or dairy product of your choice). These days, if you use the instant kind of oats, you can soak for probably 30-60 minutes. But I think it's easiest to prepare it the night before so that you can enjoy it immediately for breakfast. It's a great power breakfast to kick off your day.
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For 21 days, I reset my body to an optimum state of “thrival”—getting my pH level to a better alkaline state, ridding my body of wastes and toxins, giving my metabolism the kick it needed, and not that I’ve ever lacked energy, but overall ensuring that my energy level stays up where I need it to be. I wanted to do this, because as if law school wasn’t stressful enough, the two months afterwards are the most stressful. And as some of you already know, my body had shut down. It wasn’t absorbing minerals. So, I really wanted to get my body back to “normal,” and to also ensure that it’s at its utmost superior state, physically and mentally, during these couple of months. Well as normal as it can be while it’s still under the stress and lack of sleep that is at the moment unavoidable. Plus, I have an incredible European vacation planned later on this summer, for which I need to look fabulous ;).
Anyways…Once I start telling you what Ultimate Reset includes, you’re going to think this is just another health fad and diet plan, but once I finish telling you about it, hopefully you'll realize that it’s not. It’s much, much more than that. And it’s definitely not a “diet.” I hate that word. Don’t ever use that word in front o fme. Ultimate Reset is a program that Beachbody created, actually that Isabella Daikeler created (the wife of Beachbody’s CEO, Carl Daikeler), to help restore your body to an optimum functioning level, and for many people it’s a complete lifestyle change—an incredible eye-opener. It’s like an incredible and deep cleanse for your insides.
Ultimate Reset, which can be ordered in “The Well” here at Love, Justine, includes a meal plan for each day. So you’re not starving, and you’re actually eating some incredible meals. Part of the goal of Ultimate Reset is to get you to try new foods, which I think is fantastic, because I know many people who are incredibly boring eaters, and I think it’s such a shame. And since it's all laid out for you, you don’t have to think. Just follow the meal plan. It also includes a series of supplements that are all completely natural and are what gives you the extra boost to essentially reset your body, by detoxing, bringing your pH level to healthy place, giving your metabolism a nice kick, and revitalizing your body. You'll also build better eating and lifestyle habits.
Additionally, you’re suggested to walk and stretch 20 minutes day, which is more than doable, even when you’re on a schedule like mine.
Well, I lost 10 lbs. I’m sleeping better, and even though I’m getting five hours of sleep each night, for the most part I’ve still got lots of energy that lasts me the 19 hours I’m up. I’m more aware of emotion eating versus eating out of actual hunger and need, because sometimes when you’re sitting all day working and studying, it’s really easy to mindlessly and constantly munch, or to get late night cravings, which I'm not fighting anymore, thank goodness. And hellooo!!! I’ve lost 10lbs! You’re not supposed to look at this or do this program to lose weight, but you will. When you’re treating your body this well, you will.
It wasn’t hard either, it really wasn’t. Although, I’m not going to lie, on day 19 I was madly craving a grilled cheese, and I couldn’t wait to enjoy a meat pie and a cup of tea. But I was never cravings foods because I didn’t like what I was eating. The meals are delicious, and I didn’t even try all of them, because I stuck to the crunch time schedule. So there are definitely some I want to try when I do have more time to cook. With the little time that I have, I prepared mostly everything on Sundays, and I stuck to the easiest and quickest meals to make. At most I had to cook once more during the week.
And following the Reset, I was a little nervous, because I didn’t want to ruin all the work I’ve done, which is a common fear that people have as they near the end of Reset. But thankfully, I didn’t have trouble. As long as you maintain being mindful of portions and refrain from mindless snacking and emotional eating, you’ll be more than fine. I even enjoyed a pork pie the first day after Reset. Of course, the pork pie was more meat and salt than my body had experienced in a few weeks so it was definitely a bit of a shock to my stomach. However, the rest of my meals for the week were all clean, and I've even continued to prepare a lot of the same meals from the Reset, because I'm not kidding when I say they are delicious.
If possible, make sure you do this when you’re able to get a full night’s sleep. That was probably the biggest draw back for me, but it couldn’t be helped. And actually, during my normal schedule, I’ve got so many lunches and dinners scheduled that this was really the optimum time for myself, personally.
Also, try to stick with the meal plan or at least vary your meals so you don’t eat the same thing every day. I had zucchini-cashew soup every night for dinner for two weeks, because it was the easiest and most convenient thing to prepare, and I LOVED it. But if you can, vary your meals so you get the full benefit of the Reset.
Still, even though I was running on little sleep and lack of much variation in meals, I still got great results. Imagine what you can accomplish!
If you’re like me, and you’re conscious of what you consume on a normal basis, this program is a spectacular way to cleanse and detox, try new foods, and restore and revitalize your body. If you’re not, and you need a serious lifestyle change, this program will be your savior. It's all that I just mentioned, plus you’ll learn how to eat clean, and that eating clean doesn’t mean eating boring and bland. You’ll do more for your body than any modern medicine could ever do for you. And you’ll train yourself to eat proper portions. You’ll be more in tune with your body and its needs than ever before, and you’ll change in more ways than you realize, because as much as this program is for your physical health, if you really take advantage of the program your body and mind will thank you.
It’s 21 days. It’s completely doable. Of course, don’t do the program and then go back to treating your body like a rubbish bin. Just continue portion controlling and self-control. I love all kinds of food. And some foods just don’t have a “clean” equivalent, but don’t deprive yourself of anything you want. Think of the 80/20 rule. You can apply the 80/20 rule to probably everything in your life. And that’s why I like to do some kind of detox/cleanse every 3-4 months—just to clean up my body, and give myself a kick in the butt if I’ve fallen off track.
Do note though, that you will pee A LOT. You’ll be drinking a gallon of water each day, which to some people sounds like a lot, but trust me it’s completely manageable. Many of us don’t drink enough water, and not only is it incredibly important to keep your body hydrated, but water is an incredible healer. It helps you flush out all the toxins, which is exactly what you’ll be doing.
Let me know if you have any questions, or would like to give it a go!
BIG LOVE & HUGS