Get The Goop Out!

Really now, Summer is hear ...so where is my bikini body..?!
Fat and happy, yes I am but, I may make all in view look away...


And how did I skip over the whole Spring cleaning thing..?!
Is that why I cannot find anything that fits ?



And when, oh when, will I stop shoveling too much stuff including my foot...
into my Giant-Pie-Hole..?!..and in the end spewing out a little venom. Oops, my bad.
I will find my Game face.



Self promises of walking along on the soft sand to attain that bikini body,
have been replaced by the warm-and-cozy-make-me-sleepy-in-the-sun-soft-sand...instead!
I will stroll the shore line but, I will not run, nor jog; no doubt.



So, again I promise to my Self to make another attempt to be good, and start by
starting with small scoops of brown rice that will be my broom.
...with a little Nori sprinkled on top to help it go down.



And I do here and now promise that I will Grapefruit juice wash my sinful-cellulite away on the inside, while I scrub my Self raw with a dry brush then a shower & sea salt to rough that stuff up on my outside.
"Rough & Raw": this will be my new game.


Cheers!..to building a better body.
GOOP Guru Gwenyth has posted a complete and fair interview with the author of "CLEAN", Dr. Alejandro Junger.
GOOP

So Fresh and So Clean

Let's make one thing clear...
Although coffee is made with water, it is in fact no longer...Water. Tea is close depending on how much other stuff is being tossed in the pot. Between the caffeine and the cream and sugar, we have lost our edge on being 'clean' machines.
Now, we know how much water we should be drinking, and why we should be drinking it but, how many of us are actually drinking that "should be" amount?
What about are quests?..do we offer them water first? or do we go straight for the hard stuff? How about offering all who are involved a new slice of life. No, not the restaurant-cover-up-the-chlorine slice of lemon wedge. Something entirely more refreshing and enticing, and something that tells us to pour our Self another. Martha knows this trick, and so does my Mother but, I really took notice again when sitting poolside at the local Lowes Hotel on a heat-wave-rush-of-a-week-day-vaca-stay.
The prize: One big, cool pitcher filled to top and brimmed with fresh cucumber slices. Yes, it was lovely and it loved me too. I could tell because we could not stop pouring and sipping, and guzzling and splashing and spilling and pouring some more. May I get any one another? ..let me grab three. Waving down the waiter, we begged for our own private pitcher, one that could be dropped at our lounge discretely, with out too many spying eyes to follow. Something so special to chase down our collective bowl of chips-and-guac-and-salsa. A little secret we shared that afternoon. So gentle, so delicate, and so thoroughly fulfilling as well.
We were well. We are well. Be well.