detox day #2

Last night Michael helped me haul home bags of carrots, apples, celery and beets. I used the juicer he gave me a year ago for the first time. I made quiet a mess and had to dump my full to the brim compost bucket before I runneth over with vegetable pulp. The result is that I found Beet juice is my new sugar.

Is there a fruit that tastes like chocolate? I hope so.

The expected overwhelming cravings for carbs and sugars has not yet kicked in. However, a ferocious temper has. Michael, who is sick, spent the whole day lounging in the comfort of my apartment all day, while I trudged off to work. I came home to find him quite comfortable, in bed, with my laptop and tv on. The dishes were still dirty and my laundry was still out. I calmly tried to explain my apartment is not a free for all and he can gladly hang out here for weeks if he wants to but it would be nice if he pitched in a little.

So, while he still lay in bed, I fixed dinner, did the dishes, made juice, cleaned up , ate dinner and trundled off to tonight's pottery class. When I came home the dinner dishes were still dirty, the bed unmade and Michael still parked in it. I could've hit the roof. I slammed pots and doors and felt like kicking his sick or not ass out the door. I still feel pissed.

But I know that it's not entirely him as I felt like hurling small yogurt containers of murky water at the walls in pottery class. I wanted to shoulder check anyone who got in my way. And when the project I was working on hit a snag, I wanted to throw it as hard as I could at the nearest target that would cause distruction.

Of course, I didn't. I looked at my feet and reminded myself that my body has a strangle hold on my bodily contaminations and doesn't want to give them up yet. I have a funny feeling I'm about to go into battle in the next few days, neck and neck with my toxins.