MarLa Sink Druzgal

I forgot.

Dangit. I woke up this morning with an email from the Sugar Detox people welcoming me to Day 1 and I dropped several F*bombs before I remembered about slap bet resolution, which resulted in a few more F*bombs for forgetting that, too. 

I’m not allowing it to be a reason to postpone the detox, however, even though it’s the worst possible time to start this. I have to get the writing and synopsis overnighted for the California conference, and get the Jeep inspected (long story) and go figure out what training package to sign up for at a new gym in PA (I’ve decided to either alternate weeks between Ohio and Pennsylvania or just completely switch to Pennsylvania – still trying to figure it out) and get the taxes done for 2011 and the taxes done for 2012 and, and, and…

And I thought, “Isn’t it always like this?” Isn’t it always the worst possible time to do anything new? I’m a planner and a person who always has too many commitments.  But sometimes I think the planning is just another excuse to avoid actually doing. Making lists of lists of lists is motivating, but when do I switch from motivation to action?

I’ve made a change with fitness that is permanent. I’ve allowed something positive to become an addiction, and wake up every day looking forward to an hour of cardio. I get sad when it isn’t weights day because I love lifting even more than I love cardio. Somehow I managed to make that switch in my brain that fitness and training are necessary loves in my life. Obsessions, even.

I’m not ready to start this program, but I’m going to do it anyway. It’s going to be hard and I have basically no ingredients from the YES list, which in itself is a powerful statement of the health of my pantry and refrigerator.

The only item I had acceptable to eat was the bottom of a tub of almond butter and a bag of walnuts. I scraped the last couple teaspoonfuls of it and scraped the lid clean. I won’t be able to go shopping until after the Jeep inspection this afternoon, and I’m busy all morning with preparing the conference stuff, so it’s time to suck it up, live on nuts and the non-fruit half of a cottage double and get a few days worth of protein and vegetables at the store today.

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Complaint #2 about the 21-Day Sugar Detox program:

(see complaint Number One in my 21 Days Without Sex post) is that except for an initial email on the day I signed up, I got nothing from them again until today, start day. And do you know what else was in that stupid email? PLANNING IDEAS!

Are you f*bomb kidding me? (It doesn’t count if I say the word f*bomb instead of the actual word. It’s like substituting frak or fluff or shut the front door, only more entertaining for myself. Say it out loud: “Eff Bomb” – it just really doesn’t have the punch of any of those other substitutes, does it? I guess that’s my point there.)

Anyway, 21-Day Sugar Detox dipheads – are you f*bomb kidding me? You send a PLANNING tip on Day 1 of the program? How about a reminder with those planning tips 5-4-3-2-1 days ago?

I won’t let it stop me, because I need to make this program about me and my success, instead of allowing it to be de-railed by a less-than-ideal program put together by well-meaning health nuts who clearly don’t have the OCD skills to launch themselves into a much more powerful arena of success by not overinundating their followers with *stuff* in lieu of more simple (and effective) planning.

Maybe this grumpy lack of sugar will be a good thing for me. Perhaps this it the time to also work on my second resolution of disagreeing with people, and also my annoying lack of boundaries (long story for another time).

Day 1…Here we go.

Love, Marla

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P.S. Yesterday’s workout was a screamingly awesome hour of elliptical at the Mon Valley Health Complex on Rt. 51 after having a free training consultation as part of membership: