Day 4
I feel horrible! The headaches have arrived š¬
Expected, but still unwelcome.
It is a small price to pay for freedom from slavery and the slow ruination of all that I hold dear.
It will pass š
I will prosper š
Weāre told that every cloud has a silver lining. The lining here is healing.
Thereās a saying: āIf you are at bad and you want to get to good, you often have to travel through worseā.
I donāt know how scientifically true the following is, but it makes sense to meā¦
When I consume too many toxins my system is unable to process and expel them all. But it has to do something with them so they are stored. All over the place. In my skin, under the eyes, in the folds of flesh which develop at the bottom of my face. In my joints and organs. Wherever there is space.
But when the torrent of incoming toxins ceases (like now that I am no longer pouring alcohol relentlessly down my throat), the body seizes the opportunity to take that shit out of storage and throw it out. Those dangerous nasty poisons re-enter my bloodstream on their way to various points of exit. Presto. Delayed hangover. Here I am ātravelling through worse in order to get to goodā
My hangover treatment (of which I am an old hand) involves bubble baths, headache tablets, fried food or pizza, the sofa and loads of water. Guess what my top tip for today is? LOL
Today I drink water and am flushing out the enemy. Good riddance. Get the f**k outta here!
Thank you for my amazing body which can mend itself (given the appropriate support. š)