But…. E-A-S-Y DOES IT.
Every year at this time Pops comes to me with a modest request. Will I secure a detox cleanse kit for him. Oh.. and will I do it with him. He wants a clean-me-out-for-I-have-not-been-diligent-lately program.
His favorite indulgence is:
Doesnt matter what form the coke comes….Just bring it. Now.
Mine?
Caramel sauce. By the bucket. I tend to be conservative with my indulgences since each time I indulge I get what feels like a Jack Daniels hangover.
On and off for the last 10 years we have participated in programs with questionable results. My nutty food sensitivities force me to eat pretty well throughout the year, so I can’t really tell overall.
After using the same one for several years, I called my doctor to see if he recommended a newer/better body cleaner outer. He did. So we did.
This is not a plug for this item. Believe me. This is not a plug for this item. Core Restore? Six pack abs at end of week? If you notice it even comes with an electric stirrer for the yummy powder that we get to drink twice daily. The upside to this is that it only lasts 7 days oppose to the 14 day we’ve done in the past.
So, what’s the big deal. you ask?
The big deal is this. When Pops read the instructions he stopped and said, “Oh my. (actually that’s what I said) It says here that we can begin eating on the third day. WH-A–T? Okay.. we calmed ourselves and beginning Saturday night at 9:53 pm we stopped eating. We resumed eating on TUESDAY at 7:26 am. Just approximately. Let me count….. somewhere in the vicinity of 56 hours. It was THE most uncomfortable two days of my life. (I am totally aware that I am dealing with a first world problem and I am very sensitive to those who are not as fortunate as me. Just want to be clear. I am just being honest. ) Now, I have gone much longer without food in the midst of a medical situation, but I wasn’t in my right mind and I think they were getting stuff in me somehow. And Pops, oh my goodness, he is still down for the count. Poor guy.
On Monday, he decided to stay home for the fasting was sweating his little brow. 46 hours into the fast he walked in on me watching Dives and Diners (not sure on name). They were in Texas, I think, checking out the Texas size burgers. WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? he said. I can tell you that I was out of my ever livin’ mind.
I contemplate fasting as a prayer offering often. I would love to be able to that. I physically don’t think I can handle this. I felt like I was in stressed heart attack mode. Flu systems too. Major toxic shake out. Maybe now that I’ve gone 56 hours, I can give ‘er a 24 hour try as a prayer lift. Have you ever fasted? My son, who has not eaten for days in Army Special Force training, says it gets better. You no longer feel hungry after days. Maybe because you are not. alive. anyMORE.
Another thing I learned during the two days of fast is that meal time is a sacred thing to me. I look forward to meals. We gather and we talk. Those two days? No need to talk. Passing ships in the morning, noon and night. Pops says, do you need anything while I am out? Nope. More time to stir and shift in my hungry seat since I don’t have any preparing to do. Threw both of us into total fuzzy land.
We are half way through the week. I feel normal now. Unfortunately, Pops is feeling a little under the weather. Feeling results? Who the heck knows. Yeah sure. Why not? I did not lose a single ounce of weight during the 56 hour fast. So whatever that’s worth. I really wasn’t trying but if your going to take the time, there may as well be a bonus, right?
It is valuable couple time together. Try it. Couples that clean out bodies together, stay together.
Peace,
Karen
The Shieling 