Here's why: because so much of what we eat is processed or laden with chemicals -- and doesn't digest well (or at all) and over time, our digestive tract becomes lined with leftovers. The works get clogged up, simply put. This cleanse is just a way of stopping the onslaught and cleaning up the joint. As we get older, this becomes a more important enterprise, as toxins can cause cancer and other diseases (that's probably how we lost Sasha too soon). So I'm on board with keeping a clean ship, inside and out.
The notion that cleanses are the practice of hippies and fruitcakes is short-sighted. (Not that I've never been accused of being, or associated with either of the two afore-mentioned groups -- voters and tax-payers every one of 'em.) Indeed, there is likely a spiritual aspect to the cleanse. A cleaner temple may indeed lead to holier prayer. If you went to your church (if you go) and you found the place in disarray, wouldn't you want something done? Why? Same reasons apply to your body. (Those who said "It just isn't right," please take this moment to think it through just a bit more -- I'll supply the music; how about Brian Eno's "Music for Airports").
So today is day nine. Mom asked whether I'm lethargic. "No, just hungry," I answered.
Today is Kylie's 2nd birthday. Jae and I woke her up with "Happy Birthday" (the check's in the mail, two little old ladies in New Jersey) and a tiny cupcake with a single candle. She was so excited. She has her two-year well-check with her doctor in an hour, and after that -- fun with Daddy day -- Mommy's working on some promo for the NFL. Did I mention, I'm hungry?
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