Exactly a week ago was the first real day of my fast. I hadn’t eaten since 7pm the night before (though I did not do the flush that morning). I had an ultrasound and a blood test, but more on that in a bit.
Aimee and I went on our run/jog last night. No hurty muscles before or after, which was nice. We kept transitioning from jog to run though, so I think our legs are getting used to this stuff. Sunday should be exciting, though it does seem a little daunting to run those 90-second blocks from running these 60-second blocks. We’re both looking forward to that. I got home late, so by the time we started, the sun had set, and so we ran under the glare of the floodlights at the park.
During one particular stretch of the run, there are houses right across the street. In front of one house, I kept smelling barbecue or steak or something. Interesting/freaky: it made me hungry! It didn’t smell bad, though it didn’t smell like something I wanted to devour right away either. It just made me want food.
We get home and Aimee put a pizza in the oven (one of those Amy’s organic pizzas with olives). Oh man, that was the roughest dinner I’ve had to be around. I came thisclose to breaking my fast right there and then. Instead, I drank my 5th and 6th glasses of the lemonade, and that satisfied my hunger. But I could still smell it! And that was torturous.
Now, others have certainly blogged about their Master Cleanse experiences. However, one lady in particular goes into fairly graphic detail, which I actually appreciated. It was somewhat nice to know what to expect. Well, except that I don’t have the menstrual thing happening, of course.
This is the icky bit, kids. She stated that there’s some dark stuff that you start to eject. I couldn’t find anything in the Burroughs book about it, so I didn’t know what to make of it. The thing is, I had to “go” before the flush this morning. And what little there was, was certainly dark. Who knows?
OK, icky bit done with (for now!). So, after my ultrasound last week, I went upstairs to get my blood drawn. In the waiting room were 4 other guys. There were two nurses taking the blood, so we pretty much went in two at a time. They took my blood and I left. My doctor called me earlier this week and said that I have a pretty severe allergy to gluten, apparently. Now, I know next to nothing about it. He asked me if I have any caucasian blood in me. People, as far as I know, I’m 100% Indian, though I guess a DNA test or whatever that is that you pay a hundred bucks for would confirm that. Anyway, apparently this gluten thing affects caucasians and only in extremely rare cases does it affect others. He wanted me to go in for an endoscopy. Question: which end does the scope go into? I don’t think he understood when I asked him, because I still don’t know. So anyway, I asked him to please let me have another blood test to verify that because I’d rather be sure, before some camera starts exploring my innards. Especially if it’s entering the exit-only zones of my body.
So, since I am fasting, I’m not going to go in for the blood test today. And next week I’m pretty much on apple juice and fruits, so I’ll go in during the week following instead. I’ll probably report here what happens thence (if “thence” is the word I want).
Oh yeah, the appetite update, I almost forgot. It’s about 3pm and I’m slightly over halfway done with my flask, so hunger @ work is apparently a non-issue for me, but Aimee’s food is.
See how Day 7 went for me.
Check out how I’ll feel on Day 9.
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Flush! Flush!