Yesterday I raced right to the meat when lunch time rolled around. Ron had grilled a tenderloin from one of our local organic farmers so I wouldn't end up scarfing down some burger of unknown origin, and I ate 6 thin slices right off the cutting board, with salt. A little while later I drove around town looking for a salad, and came back empty handed - nothing appealed to me. I wanted to let the meat digest on its own, and see what happened. 2 hours after that I had the coveted frozen mocha, and for dinner Ron made a Caesar salad, and 15 hours after I ate the meat - I woke up, still digesting it. Or, in-digesting it, as the case may be. Bummer.
So I'm torn. If I feel great all the time, and cleansing just brings my awareness to the things that take a little more effort to process, should I just carry on about my business as before, blissful in my digestive ignorance?
Let's face it, tons of yoga and a diet that is mostly organic local food + a couple of indulgences, I think overall I'm pretty clean.
But I woke up this morning and continued with the oil pulling, and now I'm sitting here eating fruit as I type. I must be motivated to do something more. So I will, for as long as it feels right. Mostly fruits and vegetables for the rest of August, I think. I like dry skin brushing, and what is does for my skin, and my teeth are starting to gleam already from the oil. I'll keep up with both of those for a while. And I'm not missing the wine so far, nor surprisingly, the night time chocolate.
But for now, I'm not giving up the mochas.