Day 1.. face the ew.

When I was a little girl, whenever I saw my mom on her hands and knees cleaning the kitchen floor, I would bolt out the back door, hop on my banana seat, and go find the fastest friend to ride bikes with.  Or run upstairs to my room and pretend to be doing my very important homework.  Or high tail it to the backside of my neighbor's shed where I would pound Ssips juice boxes and wait for the inevitable... my mom to holler at me.

Because if my mom was cleaning the kitchen floor, this meant she was about to find my flintstones.  And soggy spinach from the night before.  And crusty spoonfuls of oatmeal I didn't want that morning.  Because there was this ledge underneath our kitchen table where I used to slip crap I didn't want to eat that my mom served us.  But because I was like 8, I would forget all about it and leave the evidence behind.

Doing a strictly food-based detox and ignoring all the other aspects of your life would be like my mom finding all that grody unidentifiable food on the ledge of her kitchen table, and leaving it there.     

so let's notice the heaps of gnarly crap growing fur underneath the kitchen table, shall we?  you might have no idea what's coming, or if you're anything like my mama, you knew it was there all along.  

either way.  we're going to face the ew, so we can make room for...

thy new.  

{let today's video help you notice the *holy* shit out of your life.}