My liver, she quivers...
I'm posting on the tail end of a blissfully indulgent weekend, battered and broken but ready to regroup.
My two oldest (in terms of friendship, not age) and dearest friends came to town on Friday night, and we chose to celebrate the reunion with an evening out. I feel no need to boast about the large quantity of alcohol consumed, the confessions, the singing, the shouting, or the debaucherous discussions during the cab ride home. It was a great walloping blast of an evening, and that is that. I do feel compelled to comment, however, on the disgusting carcass of a human it left the next day.
How can things have changed so much since I was 19? Back in the first few years of university, I could pound back epic amounts of booze and be fine for class at 8:30 the next morning. Other than a fuzzy headache and periodic waves of regret, my mornings-after were manageable, if not exactly pleasant. Now, my hangovers are sinister, deceiving cretins that linger around for no less than a full day after any overindulgent merriment. As the day proceeds, I develop chills, headaches, nausea, fatigue, and what I consider to be uncharacteristic bitchiness. Saturday was a virtual write-off (while an afternoon saunter to Kensington did help, the scents wafting from its cheese and fish markets did not), and I still felt considerable discomfort well into Sunday (despite the funny and surreal experience of seeing the Santa Clause Parade for the first time).
So today, I'm treating my body to a little detox of sorts. Other than a little bran for breakfast, I'm eating nothing but raw fruits and veggies all day, and drinking heaps of water. I'm going to go for a long run later on. I don't know if this will be an effective means of patching up my abused internal chemistry, but I figure it can't hurt. Anyone have any experience with mini-detoxes? I don't want to go all crazy here, just a little something to make my body feel better.
Because if I have to eat another brownie, I think I'll puke.
My two oldest (in terms of friendship, not age) and dearest friends came to town on Friday night, and we chose to celebrate the reunion with an evening out. I feel no need to boast about the large quantity of alcohol consumed, the confessions, the singing, the shouting, or the debaucherous discussions during the cab ride home. It was a great walloping blast of an evening, and that is that. I do feel compelled to comment, however, on the disgusting carcass of a human it left the next day.
How can things have changed so much since I was 19? Back in the first few years of university, I could pound back epic amounts of booze and be fine for class at 8:30 the next morning. Other than a fuzzy headache and periodic waves of regret, my mornings-after were manageable, if not exactly pleasant. Now, my hangovers are sinister, deceiving cretins that linger around for no less than a full day after any overindulgent merriment. As the day proceeds, I develop chills, headaches, nausea, fatigue, and what I consider to be uncharacteristic bitchiness. Saturday was a virtual write-off (while an afternoon saunter to Kensington did help, the scents wafting from its cheese and fish markets did not), and I still felt considerable discomfort well into Sunday (despite the funny and surreal experience of seeing the Santa Clause Parade for the first time).
So today, I'm treating my body to a little detox of sorts. Other than a little bran for breakfast, I'm eating nothing but raw fruits and veggies all day, and drinking heaps of water. I'm going to go for a long run later on. I don't know if this will be an effective means of patching up my abused internal chemistry, but I figure it can't hurt. Anyone have any experience with mini-detoxes? I don't want to go all crazy here, just a little something to make my body feel better.
Because if I have to eat another brownie, I think I'll puke.
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