It is the morning of day 8.......and I'm drinking my morning elixir.............2 level teaspoons of sea salt in a quart of lukewarm water.........down it goes..........for the last time during this phase.
And I'm glad and ready for it to end.
This has not been difficult. Really. I have felt really really good. In fact a friend of mine who has done this exclaimed that she actually feels better on a fast than when eating food. I'll bet she's right. The clarity and calm and focus on one's inner self is something I have never experienced before this.
But I am ready not to drink salt water in the morning. And to look at what goes into my body a little more carefully. Not to say I am not wondering what a french fry tastes like now. Back to my obsession with the potato.........
I am hopeful this experienced has shifted me a bit. Always a shift is good. A change for the better in one, moves mountains eventually.
Not that the mountains need to move, but change is in the wind, isn't it?
I am on my way out of town for a short bit...........to stand on the edge of the big lake. And feel it's power frozen.............and I will realize how small I am in the scheme of things............and this fast will pass........
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