Truth feast...

I think I've mentioned that I am working my way through Baron Baptiste's 40 day program. Currently, I am in the fourth week, when it is suggested one do the Fruit Feast. Today is my first day of said Fruit Feast. I've just polished off a smoothie made with frozen berries, frozen bananas, and coconut water - it was tasty. Before that I had a cup of hot tea - Yogi Tea "Breathe Deep" - with no sugar, honey, agave, stevia, little dab of apple juice concentrate, nothing. Just eucalyptus goodness in a cup, and hot.

Forgot something! Before the smoothie, I went upstairs for my morning yoga practice after taking an inordinately long time to wake up. Sat down to center myself before beginning, and my stomach growled so loud it spooked Foot Foot Kittycat, who likes to lounge on a chair in that room. So I said, "F--- this, I can't do this hungry, I will die, f---, f---, f---." Then I looked at the cat and said, "I would not cross me until Saturday if I were you." Rolled up my yoga mat, swearing the whole time (at what I do not know), and saying that nobody was going to f--- up my mat. Trotted downstairs to make the smoothie, where blessed, sainted, sweet little Didgeridoo Boy asked me if I would like pizza.

I became more of a martyr than Joan of Arc. While I was making the smoothie, I found the process of grinding frozen bananas and berries very satisfying in a vindictive sort of way. Made a dramatic exit from the kitchen and headed to the bedroom, where I am now, cozied up with a favorite blanket. Once my delicious smoothie has settled, I'll head back up for yoga and meditation.

Have you noticed what's gone awry yet? Any idea what the missing factor in my morning might be that could have me in such a grogged-out tizzy? Before I start over-relishing writing like a complete smart ass, I'll tell you:

I've not had my coffee.

And I don't get my coffee until Saturday.

Please send some preemptive healing vibes to Didgeridoo Boy.