Hear Ye! Hear Ye!

the body doth rebel..

and it's painful

I've forgotten about the "Adkin's effect"

you know the one, where the body

hits that level of detox

and your head feels like it wants to pop off

your eyes feel like they are in vices

and you pee every 2 seconds

all that sugary and insulin building food and drink

is coming out and kicking butt as it does

literally even to the curb

which is a very, very good upside

I may be in a more giggly state

not as tight as I was (when I wasn't so tired from "the effect" I was doing a daily 2mile tread)

but all and all it's ok because I know where this is all going

and it's going to benefit me, purely me and truly only me

even though other's will get to eventually bask in my new state of release from this prison I have been in since I was a child

and I have dreams, weird dreams that take me back to that childhood where I actually get to finally confront some of those people and problems that helped me to decide to self medicate the pain with food

helped?!? yes, helped because rather than a certain very significant someone actually emotionally "being there" they'd rather made bread, cake or chicken fried steaks with glue like white gravy dripping from it and a huge dollop of mashed potatoes sitting with it. all the while pushing it like a drug dealer and I "bought and bought" and ate it all up to the point of licking the plate clean

well, I'm not buying anymore!!! matter of fact I'm going Pro-Active on it..>Cagney voice< ~yeah yeah that's right see, I'm gonna kill this old body see and release the new me see and nuttin and ain't nobody is gonna stop me see~

yeah that's right I'm taking back me! back from old ideologies and old thought processes. back from old ways and old habits that have bound me for so very long. back from fat that cocooned me into a false sense of comfort all the while food was secretly drugging me into complete surrender of my very body and my very being.

I'm awake now and on high alert

and I'm storming out of this like an army of two (or three depending on how I am split up)

and only one of us will survive

and it's not going to be food. and it's not going to be cruddy "things" that align themselves with food

It's gonna be the brand new, remade, redone, released

ME!

Hear ye Hear Ye 7 o'clock and all is going to be well~

even though still

the body doth rebel