THE failure

I am no longer cleansing.

Officially, as of a Subway sandwich for dinner last night. It was delicious. Heavenly. Inspired. Ham on honey wheat with lettuce, tomato, pickles, cucumber, and green peppers. I continued to chew even after I swallowed, relishing the simple joy of the everyday action.

I ate the other half for breakfast this morning ($5 footlongs). It was delicious, heavenly, and inspired all over again.

Colors are brighter, smells are more pronounced, and the sun shines brighter when you eat.

Lesson learned. Next time I say I want to do THE cleanse (which, if I'm a creature of habit, will be in about six months), yell and scream and kick "NO!". Then give me a cupcake. Or TCBY. Or a Subway sandwich.