I promised, didn’t I?

I’ve lost about six pounds, give or take. I’ve been a little lax in weighing myself, mainly because the goal is to feel better, and I feel better. Six isn’t a big deal — six is water weight, most of the time.

In the mirror, my eyes seem brighter. This might not have anything to do with the detox, except that I’m less tired and paying more attention.

I’ve had no more headaches, other than the ones for which the cause is sitting next to me in a meeting or in front of me in line at the grocery store.

I’ve been sleeping more soundly and I’m waking up feeling like I’ve slept, which is new.

I’m trying to keep a brief journal of what I’m eating so I can track symptoms and side effects. I’ve had varying success.

Today’s lunch is last night’s leftovers: albacore tuna steak with brown rice. Dessert is a chopped peach and blackberry combo with a little stevia mixed in, because I’m still not a huge fan of berries.

I’ve just had a lovely cup of decaf green chai tea.

What am I eating that I know I might eat too much of? Roasted, salted pistachios. Holy crap, they’re tasty. No wonder I stopped keeping them in the house.