Today is the last day of my 30 Day Detox. Tank Da Lawd!
I’m looking very forward to not having olive oil and garlic shakes for breakfast anymore or drinking stuff that looks like grandma’s ashes 5 times a day.
I think I just saw a tooth go by
I’m fairly amazed I don’t feel very different. I don’t have tons more energy, haven’t had a spiritual awakening and didn’t poop out any old truck tires or rusty license plates (real disappointed about that, actually).
BUT I do have a mighty sense of accomplishment, rock solid discipline and, most importantly, a heightened awareness that I’m walking around in this utter miracle known as my body. I mean, the fact that we have beating hearts and growing toenails and spleens and sight and it all still works even after we abuse, neglect and eat fried food! We should be clawing at ourselves, gripping the furniture and screaming in tongues because our tiny minds can not handle such stupendous impossibility happening right before our very eyes.
So, thanks to my cleanse, I’ve been reminded that food is meant to nourish my body, not just stop it from being hungry or keep my tongue happy.
That exercise, and for me, yoga, should be as non-negotiable as getting out of bed in the morning.
And water! It is made up of water! Why am I not drinking tons of water all the time every day?
In closing, on this high, holy, last day of my cleanse, I would like to send a shout out to my awesome bod and:
1.) Thank it for hanging out with me.
2.) Beg its forgiveness for the years spanning age 16 – 30 and all the substance abuse, sleep deprivation and humiliating outfits it had to endure.
3.) Tell it I love it. Sniff.
