The Fast

So my family was recently in town and that means the double F: Food and Fun. Elias and I decided that after a couple of overindulgent days with the ma, pa and auntie we would attempt a cleansing diet. I don't know if I truly believe in these diets and well to be honest, it was Elias' idea. But anyway we read online a little and discovered that most of what you could find with a quick google search was crap. That and we didn't want to spend a ton of time looking into the matter. So we made up our own little dittie of a diet. We started with cutting out meat, eggs and cheese on a Sunday (Talk about a killer of a cut! Me and cheese are like PB & J). This was okay since we still felt like beached whales for the first couple of days after the fam left. We cut out was sweets/baked goods on the following Wednesday (not bread though people, please). We kept alcohol and coffee until that Sunday (this was hard, the coffee headache was a b*tch). Then the saddest day came, the following Wednesday we gave up bread and grains. This was to be followed by a final cut of fruit and veggies the following Sunday and a week long fast with lemon water and smooth move tea to keep us regular. So Thursday went well after giving up bread. Then Friday night came.... and we had pizza. The whole thing went to hell.

The pizza had cheese and veggies and it wouldn't be the same if we didn't indulge in some wine and beer on a Friday night after a long work week. It really was my fault. I planted a seed in Elias' head long before we broke our pledge to cleanse our bodies. I mean come on! It is Friday night, "date" night. We have worked hard for the money for 40 hours this past week! So with a little pursuasion we found ourselves in the local pizzeria hanging out on a Friday night as it should be, with beer, wine and pizza. :)

So in truth this isn't the end of the story. We went to our friend's place over in the U-district and decided to indulge again but this time in some hard liqour. Please don't get me wrong, my party days are long gone but they offered me belvedere with green olives. Who passes that up? Not I! So we sat until the last hours of the evening discussing all that can be discussed between transplanted young couples trying to make home in the big hippie city of Seattle. Finally we ended our night with sleep.

So what is the price I pay for these shenanigans? I woke on Saturday morning with laryngitis and without a voice. I sit here now on Sunday evening drinking a glass of a delicious IPA (Pliny the Elder) still with a crackly voice and wondering if I just wouldn't have broke that fast, would I still be able to talk?

So tomorrow I reinstate the fast. I return to the planned schedule of lemon water and smooth move tea to keep me with BMs. I hope my voice returns with my refound pledge of sacrificing food.

There is so much more I could share but that is a story for now. Oh and I wanted to say Elias and I started tango lessons last week. Very basic steps to so far. They make us dance with everyone which was kind of a bummer 'cause I wanted to be with Elias the whole time but I am dealing with it. ;) I did meet this really cool dude, can't tell if he is gay but absolutely hilarious. Our teacher is a half pint, seriously little but has a demanding presence. It's on Tuesday nights. I will keep you posted!

Much love.

A & E