breakfast will be in a literal sense this morning; 36 hours since i’ve have a full meal. yesterday i fasted, only water, juice and broth. give or take an apple and a handful of babycarrots, to be honest, but the point was to begin a detox process that feels pretty damn overdue. today, saturday, begins a two week cleanse, during which i can absolutely eat, but yesterday’s decision has left me feeling pretty interesting in a few different ways. first off, i am starving. like, wicked effing hungry. secondly, i feel terrific. yesterday was the first day all week i wasn’t plagued with a headache or mild nausea or feeling sluggish or vaguely pissed off, and in coincidence it’s the only day i didn’t eat dairy, wheat, fats, or any other nutritional equivalent to DDT. i woke up this morning just before 8, with no weirder dreams than usual, and had no problem jumping out of bed to start a pot of coffee. granted, the images of great steaming bowls of oatmeal didn’t hinder this process, but all week long i’ve been dragging ass trying to wake up.

this brings me to a few conclusions i’m putting together out of this. a) i eat to damn much. my love of food is no secret; bring on the green curries and powdered sugar funnel cakes and pancakes and seared fishes and overflowing salads and spaghetti anything and ice cream ice cream ice cream. and, i love to cook. we have a tradition of sorts here on floor 2 of the palms, where the cost of groceries is split among the diners, and i cook dinner for our friends. love it! this being said, i still eat too much. smaller portions, more times a day. b) i eat, most likely, the wrong foods for my body. dairy makes me feel awful, and i just don’t have the constitution for whole milk yogurt (although few thing in life are as joyful as peeling a thick layer of cream off the top of a brand new carton of whole milk French vanilla yogurt. wow. i digress.) and even though it doesn’t comprise even the tiniest bit of my diet, there’s still too much processes food. a once-monthly mackers trip will inevitably lead me down a French fries and coca-cola route, and often to the McGag O’Fish deep fried nastiness. c) god, television sucks. i need to get out a do more. get a hobby. quit reading books about genocide and fretting all the time about which government is doing which human rights atrocity this week. it’s important to be informed, which i’m not using tv for, and it’s important to care, which isn’t the media’s m.o, but watching how do i look, clean house and style her famous does not a productive afternoon make. are you listening, Kelsey?? d) gossip websites will give you pancreatic cancer. i’m talking to you, idontlikeyouinthatway.com.

the good news: i’m veggie, i don’t smokedrinkdodrugs, and i’m pretty active. i surround myself with good people who make me laugh, i have a moderate amount of stress in my life, but i’m good decent alright at managing it.

one day of tummy grumbling is worth a new perspective on some things. it’s spring, it’s time to clean out the old gunk and replace it with newer, better gunk, all the while honoring all the gunk in the first place. and now, on to that oatmeal!