master cleanse

I admit it… today I really entertained thoughts of just LICKING the fig, of just sticking that free sample of blueberry pie in my mouth and then spitting it out. I didn’t, because even if it wouldn’t have really screwed things up, it just would have felt wrong. I would have felt like I was lying if I came back here and told you everything was going great. And I didn’t come this far just to compromise my integrity for a fig lick.

My previous plan of doing 13 days now seems laughable. I’m ready, so ready, for day 11 to be here so I can drink something else. The lemonade is tasting quite bad to me today, which might be related to the fact that I had to make it with tap water, regular lemons and LOG CABIN (oh, the shame!) maple syrup. The all-organic version is so much better.

I want to stick it out until my tongue turns pink, but I feel like this has been the longest week of my life. More than anything, I really want a spoonful of hummus. That’s the one craving that I have every single day.

Things have gotten dramatically better since my last post. I’ve been feeling lots of energy, have been exercising and feeling very mentally alert. My roommates keep cooking the most amazing-smelling food ever, but it doesn’t bother me so much anymore. My body is looking better every day. I’m surprised I’ve not lost more weight, though. Only 8 pounds so far, and I’ve definitely got a lot that could go. Oh well—not the point of the cleanse.

The end is in sight! Keep it up, cleansers, good work.

Well, the first four days were all sunshine. And then the storm hit today.

I woke up in a foul mood with NO interest in the salt water or the lemonade. Work was terrible—I was hungry the whole time, surrounded by temptations (I work in a grocery store!), and I was getting really frustrated. When I got home, my roommates were cooking garlic and fresh salsa and all this, once again. Now they are in the living room eating and watching TV and laughing and I feel so extremely separate from them. I want to say, Have you no respect? Don’t eat that in front of me! But I’m the one who’s doing something abnormal here. So I need to just breathe and relax.

Seriously, all I can think about is SOLID FOOD. Chicken pot pie, Wendy’s, Bojangles, mexican food, risotto, a BURRITO. I would love to just take a sleeping pill right now so this day can be over. Please let tomorrow be better. I can’t handle a repeat of this.

Ooh, am I happy to see you guys. I’m on day 4 of my second cleanse. My first was 2 years ago for 10 days, and this time I hope to go for 13 or more. (The fact that chicagogirl1 is doing 40 is incredible!!!!) On a whim I decided to check this page, and lo and behold there are so many inspiring journeys going on right now. Thank you for sharing them. It’s really great to read.

This time around has been good to me so far. No major temptations or cravings, no naysayers. I’ve made it a bit easier on myself by avoiding social endeavors and staying far away from the kitchen where my roommates cook the most incredible-smelling food. On one hand, I’m hoping it’ll continue to be this easy, but on the other, I’m prepared for ickiness because I know it means I’m getting rid of toxins. And I definitely want these toxins to be gone.

The main reason for me doing this is that I needed to press the reset button on my body. Something drastic had to happen for me to stop shoveling junk into my mouth. I needed to make a commitment to my body that I was going to make it a priority and I was going to treat it right.

So far I’ve lost 6 pounds and it feels amazing. I’m remembering how incredibly worth it it is to take care of myself. These four days have made the difference between me feeling heavy and miserable to now feeling light and vibrant. I’m really happy to be occupying myself with books and spiritual endeavors lately instead of my old entertainment method—food.

I just took a few pictures of my face and I can already see a big difference in my neck. Also, my skin is feeling very soft. Excited for the rest of what’s in store!