It’s so easy to start something, with an idea, with a spark of passion, with a glimmer of hope. It’s the finish line that screws up the starting part.
Today was the very last 24 hours of our 2-week cleanse.
And, sadly, I almost caved.
During a lunch meeting.
In front of a salad.
I started out being a very good girl, sticking to my last day regimen of no dairy, no fat, no gluten with a bowl of berries for breakfast.
At lunch I joined Debbie Phillips and Jan Allen for our Women on Fire team meeting and confidently knew I could find something to eat at the restaurant Bravo! As I poured over the menu, I saw many options of salad with all usual suspects I couldn’t eat, blue cheese, bacon, etc.
I can nix this, delete that, put some avocado on it (avocado is allowed, yummy!).
I can work with this … Bravo!
Okay, let’s be honest:
If there is one complicated way to finish a cleanse, it is eating at a restaurant. Not because you can’t find food to fit the bill, more because you immediately step into the role of “high maintenance customer” (Said in Oprah’s sing-songy voice for more impact. Try it again: “high maintenance customer!“)
After explaining to the waitress that I was on a cleanse, it’s my last day, no dairy, no gluten, yada yada yada, yada, I ordered a salad and then promptly asked her to 86 everything but the cucumbers, lettuce and tomatoes. Oh, yeah, can I add some avocado? And, could I get more lemon slices? Oh, wait! And, a side of steamed broccoli.
Not a problem.
Everything they serve is freshly prepared, made on the spot.
She assured me.
Well, she was right.
It all came out, perfectly orchestrated, beautifully prepared with sliced avocado and a side of broccoli.
PLUS, a big splattering of PARMESAN CHEESE across the top of it all.
My hunger pain immediately turned into a little devil on my shoulder, poking me with a fork saying:
“It’s your last day, what’s a little dairy going to do anyway? I mean, I can barely see it. Go ahead, Eat! Eat! Eat!”
And that’s when the little angle popped up beside me and said:
“You spent two weeks following the cleanse to a T, swallowing all that ghee, taking all the herbs, eating all the rice, drinking all the lemon water, and not once did you waver. SEND THE FOOD BACK and get what you want.”
And, in that split second I actually thought about eating the cheese. It wouldn’t be the end of the world or my digestive tract, I told myself.
But, even more so, I knew it wouldn’t be the way I wanted to end the commitment I made to myself.
So I donned my most pleasant “high maintenance customer” voice and asked the waiter to take it back. He actually looked pained by the prospect of having to bring back another salad sans cheese. But, he did.
So it was, today, I finished this cleanse.
The way I wanted.
Beyond dropping a few pounds, quelling my craving for coffee, learning to blend beets into applesauce, eating 3 solid meals a day without snacking, and taking really good care of my body through massage and yoga, and dealing with some emotional toxins too…
These two weeks reminded me of this:
We start to finish.
But, finishing is the best part of the start.
If you get all the way to the end, why not finish your way?