Yearly Cleanse, Day 1- Slow out of the gate....

Wow. It’s been December 2010 since my last blog post. But hey, nothing like hopping back in the saddle for 28 days to blog, right? And I have a good one to kick it all off, so here goes:
It’s funny how I decide on the dates to do my yearly cleanse. It really comes down to what drinking holidays I can squeeze between. This year it’s St. Patty’s Day and Cinco de Mayo. So here I am- ready to get this cleansing party started, but it has started off with a fizzle and frustration. I literally shut down this morning at 7:12am.
After hosting a pool/Masters party all day yesterday with neighbors, I didn’t have a chance to do my Sunday night prep. I am not a Monday morning person, so I have to do things like pack my lunch, lay my clothes out, locate my work bag, etc the night before. After a day of food, cucumber martinis (my how I will miss you for 28 days) and good times, this just didn’t happen last night. After cleaning up, I was pooped and went straight to bed. So when the alarm went off at 5:30am, I so was not ready to start my day- neither was my brain. I hit the snooze once hoping it was all a dream and it was Saturday morning instead. Nope. Darn. So I drug my tired and sleepy butt out of bed and hopped in the shower. The shower didn’t wake me up as much as I needed either. So I got dressed, fed the pups and kissed Fredly goodbye. I had made my cleanse shake and my lunch was ready to go. I went to pick up my work bag and away I went.
Something happened at 7:12am this morning and I have been in a funk ever since. I rolled into to CDC at little before 7:00, said hello to my favorite security guards and BS’d about the Masters for a bit and headed up the elevator to my office. Once I got to my office, it’s the same routine: turn on my desk lamp, my tunes, my computer and check voice mail. Next I grab my work bag and pull out work that I worked on that previous Friday from home. But something wasn’t right. Where the hell was my lunch bag? Great. Really? I am frantically looking all over my office for my lunch and it’s nowhere to be found. I go back downstairs thinking I left it in the front seat of the car. Nope. Crap. So in my mind, I’m thinking it’s A) still on the kitchen counter or B) it’s somewhere in a gutter in the Pebble Creek Farm subdivision because I put on the roof of my car when I was getting in to go to work. No problem, right? I can run down to the Mediterranean Bakery and grab some chicken shwarma and hummus for lunch. WRONG! I forgot to pack my billfold too! Are you frickin kidding me? When prepping for the party yesterday, I moved my purse out of the way and forgot to transfer my billfold to my work bag last night. BALLS! Right there…I had shut down at 7:12am and I sat there staring at my computer screen in a daze. I couldn’t go on with my day. So just sat there (still looking at a blue screen- hell, I didn't even have the energy to log in yet), steaming mad, sipping my cleanse shake. I couldn't focus- I finally got going, a little bit slower than normal and pouting like a baby the whole morning. I dozed in and out of a meeting. I checked email. I walked aimlessly up and down the hallways- it was like I was looking for a banana to be laying in an office corner or a salad tree to pop up behind the receptionist desk. I was living an episode of The Walking Dead! My whole day was off. I needed a reset button, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. I couldn't take it any longer. I decided to go home during my lunch hour and sure enough, my lunch was sitting there on the counter. What a ding dong. I was so hungry, I ripped open my tupperware bowl that had watermelon and just engulfed it. Talk about food euphoria.

I will for sure not let this happen again. Geez and this is only the first of 28 days. Buckle up- it's going to be a doozey month!!! :-)