Dear Squeege,
Ah, the cranky phase! I am going through one, as well.
Let me attempt to be more inspiring. I admit that I have been terse in my journal lately.
Hats off to you for doing the MC without Mr Squeege putting two and two together. I'm doing this Cleanse with the full consent and awareness of my husband, known to all as Nicest Guy in World, and he is fairly understanding and extremely supportive in many ways. But, he's a man and can't find anything in the fridge, so I have to do his cooking when the cook is not here. I don't think anyone in the world can do this MC with a bunch of "friends" and family questioning the efficacy of it, all the while scarfing chips and coke and vodka tonics.
Remember "what you eat you are?"
The toxins in our food are fully addictive, fully influencing our thoughts and functions. I know this firsthand. If a person (me, for example) has been eating modern grain and processed food and caffeine and additives for 50+ years, and reads about some new way of eating (raw? paleo? Master Cleanse?), the data goes through the filter of all that grain and processed food and caffeine and additives. Like that shite is glomming onto us, making us FEEL EXACTLY LIKE grain and processed food and caffeine and additives.
So, here is this very calm, scientific data about not eating that. Well, your first reaction might be a little glimmer of, "oh, yes, I need to get healthy" because that's you, the poor, buried, you (!) talking, the degraded god or goddess who is more powerful than you'd ever believe, but bound up in chains. The very next reaction to the data, a mere nanosecond later, comes from all that grain and processed food and caffeine and additives. It feels threatened. It's going to holler. You, the poor buried god or goddess, is going to hear that holler as a little tiny voice. But you think it's you. You go into agreement with that body's addictions pressing up against you. You just say to yourself, "oh, well. This diet would just be too hard."
Humans are so amazingly talented in the art of making excuses.
So, Squeegie, I know you know this, too. You're an effing goddess laboring under the burden of a meat body. It takes the viewpoint of a god or goddess to get through this thing. You take on the viewpoint of the body and you just give up when it hurts. Because that's what bodies do. "oh, ouch. Hey, I'm getting outta here." That's not what gods n goddesses say.
And actually, the MC is not that difficult. It's a subtle change in viewpoint that actually should come naturally to us, to just say, that's the body and its glommed-on toxins talking. I can listen, but I will just say, "hey, thanks fer letting me know about that." And move ahead.
Oh, man. I started off wanting to be more positive, and I've been doing a little rant. Here's what else I wrote:
Day 1: yay, you're a god, and you're doing this thing. Day 2: Hey, cool. Lost a pound! But body complains. So effing what? Day 3: body complains louder. Who is the boss around here, I ask you. Moment of truth. Mixed metaphor alert... Day 4: New Sheriff in town, no one's going to the gallows. Day 7: might have to deal with some more toxins Day 8: back to happiness Day 10: thunderbolts at your fingertips. A God is born! And he's ten lbs lighter, free of his food addictions, wants to eat healthy, skin of a baby!
Wow, getting very verbose today.
Anyway, my heart goes out to everyone on the MC, because it might be hard. Arm yourself with Burroughs' text. Follow the recipe. Have the Salt Water Flush. Shut out the naysayers. But you, and only you, can make the MC happen for you. It takes recognizing that you are battling the stuff inside that starts feeling threatened by a good clean-out.
Oh, hey, thought of another hot tip for anyone thinking about getting on the MC: Never mix the cayenne into your lemonade in advance of drinking it. Meaning, let's say you're going off to work and you want to premix 5 or more lemonades for the day. Go ahead, you smart person, you. Mix those babies in your kitchen and have them chilling in the company fridge or in your Eski under your desk. But bring the cayenne separately. NEVER put the cayenne in until you are ready to consume it. The "heat" of the cayenne multiplies over the course of the day as it sits there in the lemonade. You might shake in a wee 1/10th of a teaspoon at 8 am at home, but it's juuuust starting to brew and by the time you drink it at 1:30, it is a roaring inferno of hot lava.
So when I go on a road trip or shopping in the city (2 hours away by car), I mix the maple syrup and the lemon, but the shaker of cayenne stands alone until I'm ready to drink.
Okay, so Squeegie, I want to emphasize that it is because of YOU that I continued past Day 10. You are a real asset to this forum and you helped me go on (now on Day 21) in search of the pink tongue. Thank you for that. You're a viking at this thing.
Love, Bali Lemon
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