day 9

having gone from hyperactivity to laconic stupor, i am hoping this week brings a return to a somewhat normal state of being. the thing is, i have always read journalists waxing on about their state of euphoria during their detoxes. can i just say, i haven't come close. yesterday i actually thought i would collapse and be hauled away with the rest of the pavement dwellers resting on the curb on my way home. jc had absolutely trashed me in the gym. i crawled into the bath, where i stayed until it got cold, then i crawled into bed, certain it would be days before i could move. however, day broke, and up i got, and much to my surprise, i made it through my gym session, and i felt great! i had made it through a workout i was sure would be a bust. i know i have a long, loooong way to go, but i think i actually have it in me to do this. yeah!