Cleansing: Heading into Day Five

I woke up this morning and tried on the shorts that were about three inches from closing about three weeks ago. They closed! They were tight, but they closed. With a long shirt I could actually wear them. However, instead of putting on something uncomfortable just because I could, I shimmied them off (peeled is more like it) and slid (and it really was a slide) into a pair of jeans that fit better than they have in months.

Progress.

Today is day five. I know I said yesterday was day five on Facebook, but I had gotten ahead of myself.

It’s not that I don’t like the cleanse and am wishing it over. In fact, nothing could be further from the truth. I’m rarely hungry and I feel great.

In fact, as cleanses go, this one is pretty mild; however, there are a lot of moving parts. Here’s been my typical day:

Large glass of water with lemon
Green Powder drink (8 oz)

Breakfast:
Supplements
More supplements
And even more supplements
Cultured Vegetables
My typical green smoothie, sans the cayenne pepper

Snack:
Supplements (2 hours later)
Cucumber with sea salt

Lunch:
Supplements
Salad with zucchini, organic hormone free chicken breast, beets, lemon juice, olive oil, and cultured vegetables

Second Snack:
More Supplements (2 hours later)
More green powder, this time mixed with supplements
Apple

Dinner:
More supplements
More chicken (or fish), green beans (or broccoli), beet and carrot slaw, and – you guessed it – more cultured vegetables

And more herbal tea and water than you can shake a stick at. In other words, I’m not going hungry.

The most troubling, or should I say challenging part of the cleanse, has been the emotional cleansing. My dreams are vivid and emotionally rich. And they’re not happy dreams. They’re sad. They’re confused. They’re suffering. They’re full of guilt, loss, and remorse.

Last night I spent hours (or so it seemed) trying to explain to a friend why we had lost touch. Have I ever bothered to do this in real life? No.

The night before dream-Michael informed me that I was “too much” and that he needed to take a break. Luckily real life Michael assures me daily (if not more) that this is not the case.

The night before…well, let’s just say it’s not fit for public consumption.

I’ve cleansed before, yet this is the first time that I have experienced the emotional side of it. I’d heard stories and read warnings, but for the most part I was too tired, irritable, or hungry to notice my feelings.

Or maybe it’s because this is my third or fourth cleanse and since the only things I really had to give up were tomatoes, beans, onions, and the occasional trip to the candy jar (which, technically had stopped a few weeks ago already), I’m finally able to start getting to the stuff underneath – the stuff that undoubtedly led to the reason that I decided to do this cleanse in the first place.

When I say that this is day five, what I mean is that this is day five of the first ten day phase. The second ten day phase adds in certain grains (like quinoa, millet, buckwheat, rice, etc), but takes out all animal products (at least for five of the ten days). The second phase is also less supplement heavy, but I’ll still be drinking protein shakes before meals, sometimes one a day, sometimes three. The third phase, which is a three month minimum, begins on July 4th. There the animal products come back, but the rice gets taken out, as does the fruit. It’s funny, I haven’t eaten fruit in close to a year, but I have certainly enjoyed my daily apples!

In other words, I’m in it for the long haul. And subsequently I expect there will be some heavy lifting, not only in terms of my autoimmune system’s ability to care for my body and my weight, but also in terms of my habits and, probably even more importantly, my emotions.

In the meantime, speaking of habits, I have containers of vegetables culturing in the guest room (it’s the only place that gets even close to 72 degrees these days) as well as bottles of coconut water keifer. You know, between that and all the supplements and shake powders, somedays I feel more like a chemist (or a biologist) than a sociologist!

But it’s all good…even the dreams.

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