Sunday morning we woke bleary eyed after tag teaming the past two nights with our bronchitis ridden daughter. Monitoring fever, listening to breathing, consoling and hugging our sick kid, it immediately made me grateful I lived through their newborn years with relatively no health scares, cause it’s scary.
So, my husband and I agreed, Sunday was a coffee morning. We used the last bit of our locally roasted Avoca beans that had been taunting me for the past week for the perfect pour over. I toasted up my beloved Cinnamon Raisin Ezekiel bread, spread one side with coconut oil and the other with Nuttzo (NP). We sat down at our dining table, our kids happily watching something terrible on Netflix, and we thoroughly enjoyed our tumble off the Clean wagon.
Now, where does that leave us after enjoying all the contraband? Did we fail? Are we losers?
We don’t think so, actually it was a great experience. The coffee made me feel all hyped up and I had trouble taking a deep breath – never felt that before, or maybe had never been aware of it? While the preparation and that lovely smell were divine the after effects had me sincerely questioning if coffee would make it back into my daily rotation post-Clean. We were happy to jump back into Clean after the morning’s indulgence. I even made the best smoothie I may have ever created (recipe tomorrow). In conclusion, I think this was a good slip for us, of course, time will tell, stay tuned to see if we can make it to our finish line.
Helloooooo cravings! I would consider sawing my arm off for some pie about now or really chocolate, my mind has been on chocolate like a faucet left slowly dripping – maybe you can tune it out for awhile but then it comes back to your consciousness like the most annoying thing ever!
Now since I’ve committed to these three tiny weeks to change my eating habits, I really don’t want to cave, so I’ve picked another non-nutritious vice. The Fallen series by Lauren Kate. A BAD young adult mystical romance with four books, even with my binge reading that should get me through week 1, which is supposed to be the hardest and man is it hard this time around. Now when I say BAD, I don’t mean bad = naughty and somehow sexy, nor do I mean bad = good like Michael Jackson, I mean bad = the opposite of good. That’s what this series is proving to be, BAD, but I’ve been blessed with a superbly high tolerance for bad books and this one is helping me eat away hours that I’m…..not eating chocolate and stressing over a sick kid 😦
Hope everyone is having a nice weekend!