Day 7- Momma said there'd be days like this...

Flexeril and the cleanse don't mix. Flexeril is a FANTASTIC drug that I have prescribed to me for when my back or neck goes out. What I forget is that when I take it, it knocks me out. So I really don't have much to blog about today, becasue I slept most of the day in a wonderful purple haze. I woke ready to set the world on fire- until I leaned over the bed to pick Morgan up and throw him into bed with me- that's when I tweaked my neck. Owwwwwwww! Flexeril to the rescue! (I'm like a walking pharmacy lately). So I popped my "happy" pill along with all the other ones I take daily and no big deal- until 11:30 came around. Boom! I was out like a light~ I had so much I wanted to conquer today; laundry, clean house, sit by the pool and read, watch the final round of the PGA Tour (ok I woke up in time to see the last 4 holes).... none of that happened. The last thing I remember was Fred saying he was off to band practice- next thing I know it's 4:30- and Bogey is breathing his stinky ass breath in my face because I have totally neglected him this afternoon and he's hungry. Holy crap balls!! And Morgan slept on my chest the entire time-hey...is he sneakin my drugs? LOL- So I fed the pups, made myself one of my shakes- OH CRAP! I was supposed to have one at 1:00- oops. Now what? I am one shake behind. I guess we will see- I haven't broke out in any rash and the Cleanse Cops didn't come a knockin to cuff me and take me away to solitary cleanse jail. But what happens next they might- I had a granola bar! I am totally blaming it on the flexeril. I wasn't thinking straight. Later in the afternoon, I was watching the final round of the Quail Run Championship (by the way...hell of a round by Rory McIllory- 62!) and by habit, at a commercial, walked over the pantry looking for something to eat- so I grabbed a granola bar. I took a bite and it was like- OMG what am I doing? I am eating something not on my "cleanse all clear to eat list". What am I doing? But did I put it down? Nope. Ate it and loved every bite (I was really good-I forgot how good some food tastes). I then went over to the trash and hid the wrapper underneath some other trash so Fred couldn't see the incriminating evidence. (But I guess if he's reading my blog, I'm busted) I am a poor soul all the way around today- But hey, I'm not going to beat myself up...if a granola bar (it was only 90 calories) is the only bad thing I eat in 28 days, I will be OK. I'll get em tomorrow! Breakfast shake made- check. Mid-AM shake made- check. Healthy lunch packed- check. Go get em Tiger! :) I have made it one week- 19 days to go....sigh. Good night all! Ahoj! (Good bye in Czech)