Detox

I have to say that I will never again underestimate the power of body work to move stuff through one's body. I had an awesome (and very painful) deep tissue massage yesterday. I was wired the rest of the day, and stayed up until 1 AM, something we haven't done for a long time. I had a very restless night, peeing every hour on the hour. Doug woke me up at quarter of nine, we had to be at the center at 10! As soon as we got there, I was whisked off for a lymphatic massage which was awesome. Within minutes of eating my lunch after the massage, I started to feel wonky, hot flushes and lots of burps- and then.....OMG- vomitarama!!! It seemed as though everything I had consumed in the past 24 hours wanted out. I would like to say that puking doesn't still feel horrible, but it does.
A day and a night has passed since I started this post, I kept falling asleep while writing. After many little naps and a big sleep, I feel much better, but haven't quite gotten my mojo back in full. I am hoping that slowly motivating myself toward making that kim chee that I have been wanting to get to and a big batch of rawnola and onion bread might motivate me into kitchen revamping. Right now I just want to read a smutty magazine and eat potato chips in bed, but raw chips don't appeal and I must save my smut rags for the plane ride on Thursday. So I will sign off here soon and get cracking in the kitchen. I did get out for a short walk to the park with Frank and out to pick out paint with Doug. I went with him more out of not wanting him to fall down than true desire to pick through paint chips. He is now happily slapping "Juicy Mango" on to the office walls and I am going to pull myself up by my bootstraps and stop moping and prepare and organize, watch me go!!!








as soon as we got there,