I'm finally getting my arse organized today and packing like an SOB. I've been a bit of a beast the last few days (sorry children, parents, husband, letter carrier, woman in PT Cruiser wearing knitted tam going 30 km in a 50 zone). The whole "here's your surgery date" on a silver platter thing threw me for a bit of a loop. Add into that a too-long pre-op chat with my GP, who in her usual Eastern European way managed to depress me. Sprinkle a little burned flesh into the mix and voila! Carissa at her fucking worst.
But it's one day 'til I say PS I love you and the travel bug is infecting me once again. Plane rides! Pools! Reading trashy novels! Having actual conversations with my man! All too good. And I'll enjoy the dirty pillows, too, in all their lopsided and discoloured glory before I have to go all flat-chested on y'all for a time.
I'm racing to finish Crazy Sexy Diet before I leave so I can hand it over to my Ma while I'm away. It's good. Very very good. It's like this wicked aggregation of every wellness/nutrition book I've been reading over the past seven months (hell, over the past 37 years if we're going to throw yoga and the like into the mix). It's a must buy and I'm learning tons more and making little decisions about what the 2011 me will be doing as I turn each page.
As I read it and still marvel at the loveliness of the green juice, I'm reminded every moment of my peeps who have joined the juicy revolution with me, either recently or like my splendid Ma, for several months, and are stoked at how fantastic it is to drink the plant blood for breakfast every day. Seriously - much better than Cats. You'll wanna do it again and again.
I'm so proud of all of you for trying something new, giving the veg throttle a whirl and well, just being so fucking supportive it makes my little head spin. A special shout out to my parents, who aren't 20 anymore, or even 30 and have made such a dramatic change in their lives and their health over the past five years that their bloodwork would make a teenager blush. Gah... you inspire me all to shit. Love you tons and thank you for taking my troubled youth for a week while I galavant in the sun without them.
Until I return!