The Ugly Truth On Why I’m Doing The Master Cleanse

It was about 2:30am and I’m watching a rerun of some HGTV show, stuffing myself with a nicely toasted raisin bagel while sipping on a smoothie.  It was dripping with country churn style butter and jam and I was in heaven. Once I finished my midnight snack I needed a smoke right.

So I’m on the patio puffing away and I start to feel sick, real nauseous like. I run into the bathroom, kneel down to the porcelain goddess and put my fingers down my throat. I know VERY Lifetime movie. Now I have a horrible gag reflex so my smoothie and bagel come flying out all Carrie like and I’m totally disgusted.

I go to wash up and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I have a real light bulb moment. Without going all after school special on you guys I was truly over myself and realized I can’t keep living on the edge. 

I was feeling the lowest of the low and just disgusted with myself and was surprised I could even consider throwing up like that.  I was selling bulimic tea and I didn’t like that feeling. I consider myself strong always preaching self-love and prosperity and I was straight abusing my body.

It was at that moment I decided to start the Cleanse, get back on track and reclaim all the glory that is Gabby.   I have a sorted history of procrastination, not completing things or rationalizing myself out of my goals and I didn’t want it to be that way.

As soon as I woke up I bought my supplies and started sippin’. I want to meet my weight loss goals not simply for vanity, but I want to prove to myself I can set a goal and complete it without wavering. I’ve stumbled a little if you check my tweets, but Day 1 was ok and I know Day 2 will prove to be just as strong.

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