Detox! Detox! Detox!
That's all everyone is talking about at the moment. The magazines are filled with articles on how to repent and realign our regimes to cleanse our bodies and get back to our "set points" (my words) when we step on our best friend -- or worst enemy -- the scale.
Ever since I met my nutritionist several years ago I've started every day with a cup of hot water spiked with fresh squeezed lemon juice, apparently one of the world's greatest detox drinks. I have no idea, but the ritual makes me feel virtuous and right out of bed, feeling virtuous is not a bad way to start the day.
Thanks to a Christmas gift, I have added Kusmi Detox tea to my "let's see if we can tidy-up our insides with the hope it will show on the outside," program. The cocktail consists of green tea (of course), citronelle (thank goodness) and maté, a "miraculous" tea from South America.
Maté purportedly contains 24 vitamins and minerals, 15 amino acids, lots of antioxidants and is, as one would expect, a natural diuretic -- that's where the minimal weight loss bonus comes in.
The Pasteur Institute and the Paris Scientific Society concluded in 1964 that, "it is difficult to find a plant in any area of the world equal to maté in nutritional value," and that maté contains "practically all the vitamins necessary to sustain life."
Yesterday at lunch while we were eating the gallette des rois (more on this tomorrow), the conversation turned to detox once again.
Advice From a Psychoanalyst
Valérie Blanco is against New Year's resolution lists. She believes it puts too much pressure on us and sets us up for failure and disappointment -- and we all know the results of those feelings.
She suggests instead, a list of, not the promises to myself "I should do," but rather "what I would like to do; what would make me happy."
I don't know about you, but I see a gray area in this hair-splitting definition. If I accomplish my resolutions, or whatever one may call them, I can assure you I will be extremely happy and content. I'll simply change the heading from resolutions to "what I would really, really like to do this year."
I feel better already.
Friends In All The Right Places
Back by popular demand, Henry Warmheart, my lavender stuffed teddy bear, heated in the microwave and draped over aches and pains. He is now a click away from those of you who, like me, appreciate a warm, cuddly companion who doesn't talk.
I gave the sheep to a friend for Christmas and bought the polar bear to have in reserve. Here's the trick: in order for our pals to be effective you want the longest one available so he/she will cover the achy area. Teddy stretches waaaay out. Another trick: when right out of the microwave, they can be slightly moist which was initially a surprise. (Mine was a gift and came from our local pharmacy. I was later told a little "perspiration" was completely normal).
In consequence (is that Franglais?) I wrap Ted in a dish towel before I put him in to cook. The towel absorbs most of the humidity.
Add the scent of lavender to the experience and you will be in heaven.
On the record: No, I do not collect stuffed animals or dolls. Just wanted you to know. Ted may be cute, but that's not good enough to be on or in my bed.