Ok, so I was going to document each day of the metabolic cleanse. You know, as I felt more and more like crap and then some miraculous shift in my body happens and I feel wonderful.
Yeah, well, that didn't happen.
Instead, the cleanse ended at the end of day 2 with me sick as a dog. I did a little research into what "experts" think of these cleanses, and my fears were confirmed: not only are they not necessary, but they can be dangerous. Humph. So I stopped the cleanse immediately, and tried to sleep as much as possible since I had my motorcycle class over the weekend.
I'd like to announce that thanks to copious amounts of cold medicine, I passed my motorcycle class! As soon as the certificate arrives, I can go get my full license to be a full fledged motorcycle bitch. On a 150cc scooter. Details, whatever.
I still feel like crap, and it's making it hard to think.
But I get to go to work tonight. Woo hoo. Honestly, I know I'm supposed to feel grateful that I even have a job. I mean, there's a lot of people that would be happy to have a job, even though they hate it. It took me such an incredibly long time to get this job that really, I should be grateful. But I just hate it so much! Most of the time I feel like an idiot, and when I get yelled at for doing exactly what I was told to do, it makes it nearly impossible to keep my head up and not start screaming profanities at people.
I'm thinking long and hard about what else I can do to make myself less than a useless lump of flesh in the house. So far, nothing's really getting better, but I'll keep beating the dead horse. There's really nothing else to do.
Except maybe keep chasing the bloody squirrel out of the yard.
No, that's not a euphemism.
But it's not bloody. That's just an emphatic.