Master Cleanse Days 5, 6, and 7
This was both a busy and lazy weekend for me. My school had an International Cultural night which I attended and there was food EVERYWHERE. Really really great smelling (and probably tasting ) food. I was so tempted. Not because it was food per se but because this was traditional food from all these countries which I’d have to wait another year to try if I missed it.
Never fear however, I persevered and ate nothing. Not even a bite. I packed my lemonade with me and drank two bottles of that in lieu of sampling all the scrumplicious food. (it made me so sad).
Sha sha, I did plan in advance. I packed a container in my bag so I filled it with all the food I went around collecting and now it’s sitting in my freezer until the Master Cleanse is over and I can eat again.
Friday which was Day 5 was pretty good. I woke up feeling great. Saturday was also the same way. No hunger, no cravings, nothing. However, last night (still Saturday) I did the Salt Water Flush really late so I ended up sitting on the toilet till 3am.
So I was sitting on the toilet, talking to Mellowyel when I realised how FED UP I am with these Salt Water Flushes. First of all the salt water is disgusting to drink. I almost threw it up last night but I managed to down the whole bottle AND not throw up. Second, it makes you poo gallons and gallons of hot peppery water.
Third, the pepper burns your ass. Fourth, sitting on the toilet for two hours plus at a time makes me legs fall asleep which is not cool when I try to stand up and subsequently fall down.
Salt water flushes are NOT cool. I definitely will not miss them when this cleanse is over.
In fact, I became so fed up with my new ultra close relationship with the toilet that I decided to draw a self portrait of myself doing my new compulsory favourite activity.
Mind you, I drew this WHILE I was ACTUALLY sitting on the toilet and talking to Mellowyel so it’s not been inked or anything. And I haven’t even finished drawing my hand because I’m bad at drawing hands and I have to practise more.
In other completely random news:
I stopped by my school’s bookstore to buy some new black pens ( I NEED to have black pens. I use only black. Blue ink is for losers and Non-Believers), and I came across something familiar that had me jumping up and down like an idiot.