This is me.
This is me on taxes.
And castor oil.
I can’t promise my words will make sense tonight as my brain is dead from Turbo Tax overload.
And my body isn’t quite sure what to expect since it drank 1/8 cup of castor oil about an hour ago — to fulfill the last requirement of the main cleanse (that’s right, I said castor oil!).
Taxes or castor oil?
I’m not sure which one was easier to swallow tonight.
In fact, they may be the same thing.
“A burdensome charge, obligation, duty, or demand” as the dictionary notes.
I guess I didn’t really think through the timing on this cleanse, seeing that it paired up exactly with the 2 weeks leading up to Tax Day.
Ironic? Cruel?
Some sick joke from the universe?
I will ponder this tonight as I dream of strawberries and apples and salad. All of which I am allowed to eat beginning tomorrow.
I am SO over coffee and chocolate cravings, since I haven’t had either since 1999 (okay, it’s actually just been 11 days ~ but it feels like over 11 years!)
I do have one thing to say: Watch out Ritchey’s Produce and Whole Foods Market! I will be out on the town tomorrow looking for a cornucopia of fruit and greens!
BUT. NO. CANTALOUPE. ALLOWED.
That’s my own personal rule.
(sorry yellow fruit but you stink).
Bottom line:
Taxes are inevitable.
Cleansing was a choice.
The Promise 365 has sent me diving stomach first into a Spring cleaning.
And, I think I might just be better for it.
As the old ad line goes:
It does a body good.
