Acai Berry's are vastly overrated

I am back and  I feel whole and well again. At least, I'm pretty sure I'm whole and well. I sure devoured every book I could get my hands(hand, really) on at the wellness/wholeness section of the independently owned Cradle to Grave bookstore in Guerneville.
 I'm pretty sure I feel whole but now I don't feel centered.  Godess, seems to be putting thumbtacks on my journey's path but that just makes me raise the volume on my I pod when Desree or Mary J. Blige come on.

Basically, my injured hand only throbs at night and I have to apply compresses occassionaly( please see previous posts that discuss my hand issue)

It's great to be back and it's awesome that I now learned who my real friends are. I'm energized rather than deflated about that now and plan on some concentrated friend making. I need to find locales and groups that are conducive to deep and lasting friendships. Thank godess for Google. Now I just to find the right keywords etc. Hmmm. Let me go get my thinking cap. LOL.

So much to gab about but my hand is already starting to feel WIERD so I'm just here to warn other like minded womyn about the perils of Acai berry.

When pomegranate didn't cure my agorophobia I made the mistake of putting all my eggs in the Acai berry basket and let's just say that all I got was a fridge full of Acai products and greenish gray stools to show for it.  I have to go(the hand) but I plan to expose Acai berry in a very incisive way. I think I will try to get this blog to have a more activist tone in the coming weeks.