My goal was TEN DAYS, and I've made it -- so far. I have a little breakfast meeting in about a half-hour, at one of my favorite spots - a restaurant attached to the bowling alley a block away (should I include this information? Now, the FBI would be able to locate me using the power of deduction. Or is my nutrition-depleted state of paranoia getting the better of me? Keep it cool, Spidey...oh, yeah, the government has my address -- how else would I get MY MAIL?!) Back to whatever this is.
Like most things in life, and I'm talking about phenomena here, not noumena (look that one up, suckers!) the joy I feel of being at the finish line of the cleanse is fully tempered by the reality that tomorrow I get to switch to orange juice (only -- and diluted at that), followed by a day of fruit juice, and then a day of fruits and vegetables only. So I will not be able to have a regular (what you on your planet call a) meal until Sunday. Today is Wednesday.
But it's for my health. To un-do the extreme insult of processed foods, chemicals and sugars, we must undertake extreme measures.
I'm glad I've done (am doing) this. Imagine if we all fasted for ten days to rid our national body of its toxins -- the entire Republican Party would vanish to be replaced by fresh, organic fruits and vegetables brought home in canvas bags and the remains duly composted when having satisfied their use. Day(s) ten, (eleven, twelve, thirteen and beyond,) here I come.
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