When I think of this, as I ping pong between dread and relief over turning forty this year, I realize how selfish and petty it is. I have been making many changes in my life in the hopes of being a better mother, a better wife, a better daughter, a better person overall.
One of the changes I have done my best to avoid is my diet. When I was pregnant with my girls I was introduced to gestational diabetes and what it entails to control and manage it. It was the first time in my life that I actually had to think about what I ate and how it effected me (a lot easier to be motivated when a little person is relying on you!). After meeting with a nutritionist and learning how to monitor my blood glucose levels (testing before and after I ate my 6 small meals per day) I was overwhelmed to say the very least. The first day of trying to figure out what I could eat that wouldn't shoot my blood sugar levels through the roof put me in a panic. I called my husband in tears for fear of eating the wrong thing and hurting our little one. Once I got a grip, on myself and my diet, it was an easy transition. And I had never been so healthy.
It's not uncommon for mothers to put themselves at the end of the priority list in their lives. I have fallen into the same rut where I eat the leftovers of my children's meals. I fuel myself with caffeine and sugar as I blow through my days. All the while feeling exhausted, frustrated and angry with myself for not doing what I know I should do.
So, today begins the countdown. 45 days until I turn 40 and 21 days until I feel cleansed. After reading Heather's tweet about her sudden burst of energy on Day Four and then her ongoing updates, I realized this is what I need to do. This is what I want to do.
Please bear with me as I embark on this adventure. I'm dreading the caffeine withdrawal the most but am excited to see what happens.