I'm teaching a Detox class this Sunday evening at here in lovely Wilmington, aka Wilmaville, aka Willywood. Details can be found Here.
If you aren't local, or can't come, I'll be posting the class handout sometime Sunday (I'm going to be fine-tuning it over the next couple of days). (I can also send it to you as a word doc if you want the checklists, too which I won't be posting online as they are just way too freakin intricate to try and reformat for a post.)
I don't know about you guys, but I feel like a puffy, achy, toxic mess. I've been eating way more baked goods than I should (gluten-free, but still), and not doing vigorous exercise (energywork and yoga-lite in the morning and running around cubicleland like an over-caffeinated squirrel, but still), and been using a glass (or two) of (lovingly, organically) fermented grape juice as nightly stress management. And in response, my ass, like the universe, has continued to expand, and my liver, pancreas, spleen, and colon have threatened to Get All Medieval on me, and it's making me nervous.
And so, to show my organs some love (heh :), and to prep for the class, I cut myself off from coffee, wine, and baked goods this week. (okay, fine, i'm having a cup of coffee right now, but I'm off from cubicleland today and it's my first cup all week so talk to the paw.)
And, yeah, I'm actually feeling a little better this morning. So, yeah, detox. It ain't just for former child stars . . .