Southern Fried Family Reunion

There’s no rest for the weary y’all and we’re still going harder
than a mug over here. A last minute decision to road trip to
Reidsville, NC completely derailed the ‘Imma park it for a month and get
my ish together’ plan. In this instance, ‘Ish’ being, my health, and
more specifically, my diet. Between the MSG from my ramen binges, the
excess sugar from my desire to consume buckets of Orange Soda like my
name was Kel, the sodium from all of the preserved and pre-packaged junk
and complete and utter lack (and avoidance) of vegetables and water,
it’s no surprise that I’ve been sick, sluggish and foggy as hell. I was working out sporadically at best, and religiously forgot to take my
vitamins. So terribly ratchet.

Right before we left, I was getting back on my game. I
had resumed my 3-4 mile daily walks and was eating pretty healthy meals,
even drinking some per Cindy Blackman.

I’ve also added chlorophyll to my list ‘o supplements… re-read Cindy’s interview when you get a chance. Thank me later!  She’s like, 50… looks 30. Her write-up is full of gems.

 I was doing my best to resist sugar, dairy and extra additives in
order to reboot my system but all bets were off as soon as Hubby
declared that we were packing it up and heading to his annual family
reunion. In Reidsville, NC. The South. Where everything is fried,
smothered, covered and swimming in gravy and delicious bacon fat. And I
can’t lie, I stayed in the kitchen. In the got damn refrigerator,
eating up all the food… all the chicken…all the pig feet…all the collard
greens…all the hog maws. But seriously…

I. Ate. Everything.

Even got
with the banana pudding and went in on the sweet potato pie. But
tomorrow’s a new day.

*hits the reset button*