It’s not a diet it’s a lifestyle. Easier said than done.
I had become complacent and impatient at the same time, in my quest for clean cells. It was so easy to say the way I was eating was a lifestyle not a diet. But I turned my back one day a couple years ago, and have been fighting to get back on track ever since. I guess that’s what I deserve for feeling so sure of myself and thinking I was better than people who called it a diet and had trouble staying clean. Now I’m one of those people and it serves me right. I equate it with quitting drinking or smoking. Every day of your life you’re just one bite, sip or drag away from falling off the wagon again, and having to start from the beginning.
So as a beginner again, I am trying to quit white flour, white sugar, cooked oils and grains, other than quinoa. I am upping the water, green juice and vegetables.
To help me do this and to stick with it I am going to keep a food journal and blog about my journey. Hopefully if I share my experience it will help keep me accountable.
Juicy Juicy in Indian Wells, on the way to my moms this morning.