The past few days have been a little rough. Not only have I not lost any weight since Tuesday, but my face was breaking out like a teenager’s. Every stubborn clogged pore I had (and I knew where every one was, believe me) turned into a volcanic zit overnight. Also, I was super sleepy, possibly in part because when I was awake, I was as anxious and wired as someone who had just had three espressos. All of this in combination leads me to believe that I spent most of week two in a healing crisis.
For those of you who aren’t total woowoo frootloops like me, I will explain. A healing crisis, supposedly, is when your body starts trying to flush toxins and other baddies faster than it can cope. So while you’re getting better, you feel (and look) like shit on toast. People report all kinds of symptoms, from joint paint to poor coordination. This time, I got a bunch of zits and a persistent need to nap. Also, my body was holding onto the fat, because that’s how it likes to cope with pollution, apparently.
Before you go all bananas on this, I should mention that not everyone believes that healing crises even exist. I looked for links for you, and 90 percent of the sites I found featured marching ants and a harp playing in the background whenever I moused over a link. Still, having been through this twice, I’m inclined to believe. (First time was for candida and I would never wish that on my worst enemy. I spent two days feeling drunk and six weeks looking for my house keys.)
When I woke up this morning, however, my skin looked better and I felt amazing and well-rested, so maybe the worst is behind me. How are you all feeling this fine day?