Tomorrow marks the last day of a two-week vegan cleanse I have been participating in with Bryan. Since we have an upcoming trip to Ireland and I have some stubborn belly weight to lose (why?? Why can’t it go to my ass?!) and a far more sedentary lifestyle now that I’m working from home, I knew it was time to turn things around. I am taking active steps (literally and figuratively) to eat better, exercise, and rid my body of the toxins once and for all. I feel good. With a bit more research and less of a bargain-hunting mentality (anyone else obsessed with Living Social, Groupon, and Lifebooker?), we may have found a more optimal cleanse with a greater impact, but I’m glad we did it. We’re already thinking of upcoming detoxes, though we’ll obviously give it some time before participating in another.
Two weeks ago was also the last day I took an anxiety pill. Plagued with panic for the better part of the last two years, swallowing my final dose was symbolic of a new beginning. Toxins and panic are two things my body (and mind) will not miss.
Last night, Bryan, my brother, and I attended a Mumford and Sons concert in Forest Hills, Queens with approximately 17,000 other people that I definitely would not have been able to handle just a year prior. An overwhelming sea of strangers combined with long wait times for the bathrooms would have amounted to an attack of epic proportions. Though there were moments when I worried about finding the exit and what would happen if God forbid there was a fire, I survived the evening unscathed and managed to have a good time.
As Marcus Mumford sings “the ghosts that we knew will flicker from view and we’ll live a long life.”
Have you been able to shake yourself of some ghosts lately?