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.