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Saturday, May 1, 2010

Running the risk of crunchiness . . .

After the nightmares I endured yesterday, I ate a lot of junk. Fries, ice cream, mix hot chocolate.

When I woke up an hour ago, I felt sick - and in a way that was familiar from stressful weeks this past winter before I began making an effort to eat consciously.

But this morning, I knew what I wanted. It wasn't more ice cream, or white bread, or sweet cereal, or even juice. It was about a litre of water, and some fruit, and some hot tea.

It is excellent to know this much about one's own body. It's a cause for a small celebration. Raise your mugs.

"To health!"

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