Up late.

It's almost midnight which is so very late for me (when I'm not experiencing a bout with insomnia) and I'm reflecting over the delightfulness that is the contents of my fridge. It's so clean and healthy and yummy in that cold white box and it's come a long way in a short time.

Gone are the days of sugary sodas. Passe is the processed leftovers of yesteryear. Vanished are the high sodium and salt ridden soups that puckered my arteries.

We live high on the healthy hog now.

I love that our fridge always has fresh produce in it...tomatoes, zucchini, squash, cucumbers, chives, onions, apples, blueberries, watermelon. I adore that our pantry has exchanged refined carbohydrates for complex carbs and multigrain options like brown rice, barley, wheat pastas, 12 grain breads, oatmeal and wheat flour. I feel lighter now that we are snacking on no sugar gelatin, no sugar puddings, frozen juice pops, edamame and hummus and pita.

I check every label. I scan the ingredients. I don't let any artificial additive or sugar filled piece of crap get by my gate anymore.

And as a result, my headaches are fewer. My backaches are gone. I don't drag out of bed, I pop out of bed. I make it through to the end of the day, and then some with energy to spare.

I've decided that it's all true what they say about sugar and processed foods. I'd be lying if I said it was all roses and daisies, this process. But man...you ARE what you eat.

So I'm up late, and I'm not doing anything very special other than feeling mighty content and awfully grateful.