Ahhh just came back from a facial and a massage, royal shiok-ness. We're halfway through Day 5. Very slow, chill-lax day today, especially since Hazel's gone, we are starting to see the noise decibel go down but the boredom scale go up. We miss you Hazel!
I went about my usual activities of colema, psyllium shakes and rainbow supplements. The output from the colemas are starting to become more or less the same. I spit more water than gunk and the gunk basically look (and feel) like globs of greenish grey. It's all the psyllium husk and supplements mixed together, and being pulled from my intestinal walls. Not a pretty sight indeed and still can't bring myself to examine it from a nose's distance. I'm not that gross.
As for the rest of my daily diet, i'm getting really really REALLY sick of washing down all that psyllium shake. It looks (and probably tastes) like paper-maché (a construction material that consists of pieces of paper, stuck together using a wet paste like glue, starch, or wallpaper adhesive - sounds delicious?). I swear to God, that I will never have another sip of psyllium shake in my life when i'm through with this programme. I'll be happy to empty the remaining psyllium and betonite water directly into the toilet bowl when i'm done, but it's probably going to choke up the poor pipes - well that's how gross and thick the whole mixture can become. Then again, it doesn't seem to make any difference now, since the psyllium and betonite water are going directly into the bowl anyway, except it has to pass through my rectum first.
I do get increasingly happy when i see the number of supplements slowly reducing in numbers, it can only mean that i'm near the end of my self-inflicted torture. Although I must admit that going though this detox voluntarily is truely a once-in-a-lifetime experience, it makes me very aware of what my mind can accomplish in the face of temptation. And temptation is certainly flirting with me in the form of Anthony Bourdain on Discovery Travel and Living.
(at this point, I am dreaming of wanton mee, turkish bread, pancakes with maple syrup and Oreo cookies - don't ask me why I came up with this odd combination).
I can't tell you how much i'm looking forward to Saturday. I'm left with 2.5 days to go, waiting for food has never felt so agonizing. Nevertheless, this is all very humbling and it makes me look at food from another perspective. Also having gone through this whole experience, I'm confident that I will have the determination and resolution to go through more difficult choices in life. OM SHANTI SHANTI....
*To show your support for Lin in her quest to battle intestinal toxins, please donate generously to lin@colemas-rock.com. Alternatively, she also accepts all form of moral support.
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