I am on day SEVEN of the master cleanse (I tried it once before) and I can’t decide if I’m embarrassed or proud of my self. My guess is that I’m embarrassed, because when the checker at the grocery store says, Wow! That’s a LOT of lemons! You doin somethin with those? I say, Yep. And when my friend/coworker says, Wanna go across the street and get a taco? I say, Can’t! Too much work to do! Because, really, who wants to say, Well, actually, I am living on just this spicy lemonade for ten days to try and see if I can get over this autoimmune disease already? Not me. It’s a little bit kooky. But, I swear to you that on day five the dark circles that have been under my eyes (no matter how much sleep I get) since I was a little kid went AWAY.
This deserves a pause. It’s a big damn deal to me.
I guess that means I’m a little allergic to something I’m eating. Or that my liver or my kidneys or something needed a break from all the coffee and booze. I know my liver is all, THANK MAUDE, LADY. IT’S NICE TO HAVE SOME BREATHING ROOM. heh.
So, anyway, I haven’t had coffee or booze or even food since last Friday when I had this:
asparagus, red potatoes, olive oil, garlic, basil, thyme, oregano, pink peppercorns, & alderwood smoked sea salt
That looks, uh, really, really good. It’s making me drool.
Surprisingly, though, I am not hungry. At all. On Monday I got woozy, but I think it was from being on my computer too long. I even did a couple of power yoga classes this week and felt great. I haven’t lost much weight; maybe two pounds or so. Given that my weight goes up and down by five pounds, that’s not really anything. (Who am I kidding? That kicks ass!) Now I just have to decide how I’m going to eat (and drink) when I’m done with this next week. I like the idea of sticking to a mostly raw and vegan diet, but on the other hand, BACON. *sigh* It’s so hard to say no.