Coming Clean

I am a week away from completing a 21-day detox program, having eliminated all gluten, wheat, dairy, processed foods, sugar, caffeine, and ALCOHOL!  And no, I didn’t sign up for this just for good blog material.  It all started with an email from my brother-in-law Roman, who is a champion of healthy living, athleticism, and mega motivation.  I mean, this guy swims from Alcatraz in the piercing cold bay and finishes marathons in the scorching heat!!!  [Sigh], the new American generation, because it sure ain’t his seed-popping Russian side!

My grandma’s Russian-Jewish dangerously delicious table

Anyways, in Roman’s email, he bravely invited the whole family to participate together in this challenge after reading Clean by Alejandro Junger.  I say “bravely” because, after all, he was addressing Russian adults who immediately after breast milk were introduced to liver pate sprinkled with deep fried chicken skin, among other Soviet heart-attack delicatessens.  But I’m new-gen too! And I jumped on it, totally welcoming a new activity that would shut my little mouth from gnashing mindlessly and shedding a few pounds.  Oh yeah, and heaping all the health benefits that come with a detox too, which seem totally secondary in this sexy slim (and fiercely intimidating) Mediterranean society.

Saturday lunch!

I’m popping all sorts of crazy vitamins, eating organic meat, and jugging 3 liters of water a day.  I’ve lost six pounds and, yes, reach for my increasingly sharp hip bones first thing in the morning (oh shut up female readers, you know you do the same!!).  But above all, this detox is a lesson on self-love.  Sure, I am totally impressed with myself and love what I see in the mirror (on most days).  But, what good is our vanity if we neglect to love the very stuff that keeps us kicking in the first place…our biology.

So, these last two weeks were all about buying new clothes in a smaller size, boasting about my self control, and liberating my female addiction to crappy food.  But it was also about releasing hugs and kisses to my intestines, liver, and cells! I love them too, and like Beata on the exterior, they deserve only the best in life!

My new Sigal Dekel skirt. Favorite Israeli designer!