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I’ve felt really clear about the progress of this cleanse… it’s been much easier, although I had a cleansing reaction last night — but then I’m not sure if it was some vegetables I didn’t wash.
More detail to come: part of my education involves journaling, and most of that will show up in this space.
Enjoy a faux-Martin Scorcese version of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
I’m cutting the cleanse to 15 days. It’s a day longer than last year’s, but still effective. On the 19th, the day after, I’m heading to Ti Couz for a crepe.
I’m back after a restful two weeks in Seattle, albeit half of that was spent with the flu. With the help of a cat named Harley, a fireplace and plenty of bedrest, I was able to overcome the bug that’s going around and spend the second week enjoying New Year’s Eve with friends at the Old Pequliar in Ballard, followed by New Year’s Day night of karaoke at Molly Maguire’s.
New Year’s Resolutions:
1. Sing more.
2. Dance more.
3. See #1 and #2.
And to being a tradition, tomorrow begins my second cleanse. I’m anticipating 28 days, to give my body, and more specifically, liver, a rest.
Slate offers a seven day diary of a woman who recently switched to a raw foods diet. As someone who has done this before (only for a couple of weeks as part of a cleanse), it was heartening to read about someone who could keep this up for months, and she meets folks who have done this for years. I don’t mind cleansing once in awhile, but a full-time escapade really isolates one from society… I mean, you’re healthy, but is it worth it if you can’t commune with friends and family in a social setting?
I’ve entered the sixth day of my cleanse, and it’s been difficult. I just sent in my checks to the IRS and my accountant, so a great burden has been lifted from my shoulders. I’m thinking of ending the cleanse this evening and having a nice dinner – I don’t know why, maybe it’s the pressure of finishing up all homework this week, but my mind is not in the place it was in early January, when a lot more is at stake. My weight has leveled off at a nice 180-181. Still, who knows how I’ll feel later tonight… I mean, it’s only one more day of a seven-day cleanse. Shouldn’t that be easy to do?Dinner at Galerias with Kimmay. Food never tasted so good.
Crunch time. I have some serious work to do this week – I’m on Day 4 of another cleanse, and keeping any war news on TV and radio off, and just skimming the BBC to get updates. It’s healthier that way.
I saw my friend, Julie Cascioppo, perform at the Sorrento Hotel in a cabaret act tonight. It was decidedly mellow, as the Sorrento has a conservative clientele. It’s a beautiful space, and reminds me of what older cities take for granted in terms of architecture. Julie wowed the crowd with her sultry jazz numbers, and as it was her inaugural show at the Sorrento, she brought an entourage of friends and acquaintances. I admire her, as she really struggles for her art, and does what she can to be an artist and improve herself, without selling out.
Getting back into a cleanse again seems to be a no-brainer, although I didn’t wake up until 10am today. It’s a crappy and gray, cold day – perfect for isolation, eating raw organic fruits and vegetables, and getting down to business and finishing up this thesis. And then there’s the Stephen Hawking paper – I love his plain language, filled with dry humor.
I feel like shit today. It was probably the can of Olympia from Sunday night – it feels like a thick cloud in the front of my brain. I’m taking the next 9 days off to finish all of my homework, and having another cleanse. Why, oh why did I drink beer from a can?
I’m finally finishing up five days of a flu bug that’s going around Seattle. Hacking less and less each day. How pleasant.
The cleanse has severely curtailed my tolerance to alcohol. I had a glass of wine with dinner, and then later on had another one at a icky-snooty bar with friends, and ordered a third, but couldn’t drink it. I used to be able to work with a whole bottle. Ah, well – at least this has an economic benefit.
Yowza! I weigh 182 pounds – I feel so much younger with this 15-pound difference, and much more energetic.While downtown this morning, a Southern tourist asked loudly to his friend “why white people would want to visit SF, when there are so many of those sickly homeless colored people”? I wanted to tell him off (I suspect his name was Jim Crow), but declined. An African-American woman next to me shook her head. Ugh. I had several comebacks prepared in my head later that day to mentally pound him into a stain. Timing, natch.
I finally find my grade report in a filing cabinet down the hall from where the class meets, where I’ve received three A’s and one A-plus! Hooah.