As with all horrible things, the end is never really the end, and the ordeal continues in new incarnation. With the Master Cleanse, it means that upon completing the ten days of the actual "cleanse," (or the 14 days, if you're really going by the book) the scant lemon-juice/maple syrup/cayenne pepper concoction is simply replaced for one day by orange juice. A gallon of orange juice (actually, a half-gallon of fresh squeezed O.J. mixed with a half-gallon of purified water) with a couple of spoons-full of the maple syrup.
[For the record: Any time maple syrup is one of the only three things you consume in a day -- it's not good.]
I still did the flush this morning. This will have been my last day for the flush. Good riddance to all the toxins and nasty build-up with which it dispensed. And good riddance to it as well. It is the devil-baby that you should throw out with the (toxin-laden) bathwater.
I've noticed I've been chewing the inside of my mouth a bit over the past few days; something I always do when I'm not eating properly. To me, this is a sign that the Master Cleanse has pushed my nutritional envelope about as far as is appropriate.
Jae tempted me last night with some pop-corn. The last day of the cleanse (per se) and she purposely waved a bowl of delicious smelling air popped pop corn in front of my face, thus proving correct the assertion of British philosopher Robert Plant that indeed, the "soul of a woman was created be-LOWWWWWW!" Naturally, I resisted her wiles and blog before you today a man with his self-respect intact. Starving, but dignified.
Jae and I (and Kylie) will be attending a MoveOn.org pro-Obama event tonight, gathering with like-minded folks to watch his speech at the DNC in Denver, where there will be more tempting dishes than pop corn. Not sure which dessert we're taking -- I'm trying to think up something thematic -- oh, take it easy, you who just thought, "How about Oreo Pie, to celebrate Obama's half-black, half-white heritage." That's inappropriate. Of course, we would eat it with utensils of plastic, to honor Biden's ties to the credit card industry. Probably shouldn't mock the candidates at the pro-ticket gatherning, huh? Okay, so I'll have to keep thinking. Being a Delawarean, myself, I'll likely be writing more about Joe in the weeks ahead.
But back to Day EleVeN. Already thinking about Day twelve, when I get an assortment of fruit and vegetable juices, followed by a day of solid fruits and veggies, and then, on Sunday, back to pizza and beer. Well, maybe I'll hold off a bit on that. The cleanse has had clearly positive effects. To reverse it all, after going through so much would truly be horrible.
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