Wow, that’s it. I’m cruising through half-time! I can hardly believe I’m truly over the hump. Adios to 7 pounds! I’m exuberant, my skin feels like silk, I’m loaded with energy, my hunger pains vanish when I slip them a dash of peppery lemonade potion, only brief & microscopic cravings find their way into my head, and best of all, I am determined to run across that finish line with a big cheesy lemony smile!
As good as that feels, I’m simultaneously feeling a wee bit afflicted about days seven and eight. As you know, I love, love, love cooking and intentionally I haven’t set my little paw on a pan, knife or real piece food for the last five days. I’ve managed to keep evil temptation and those delightful smells of – well, anything edible at this point – far far away, locked up real tight….
However, days seven and eight I’ll be working. Working? Oh, what does that mean to a retired eight to five paper pusher from corporate America? And no, I’m not 65! Jeeez, I just love to say I’ve retired! Pfffffff….. 
Well, see I have this part time gig at our Golf & Country Club. For those crucial days, I’ll be the chef at the G&CC throwing together some yummy treats for 12 overnight guests.
Yup. Could it get any worse when you’re attempting a fast?
Breakfast. Fika. Lunch. Fika. Both days. (Fika is a Swedish tradition of coffee and a light snack in-between meals). And to put salt in my wound (no, I didn’t mean for a play on words there) I’m not sure how I can squeeze in the SWF since I need to be there so early to prepare. That stinks. Literally.
Speaking of stinky.
You’ve probably noticed a lack of entries about the famous master cleanse salt water flush explosive ‘eliminations’. According to Stanley Burroughs, the salt water flush does not separate but stays in tact while quickly and thoroughly washing the entire intestinal tract in about an hour. Salt water has the same specific gravity as blood, hence the kidneys cannot pick up the water and the blood cannot pick up the salt. Colon cleansing 101.
Basically, you must hang around your casa or hover over a commode for a good 60 minutes or so after consuming the SWF. If you don’t, well to be blunt, you could very easily shit your pants. As much as my friend Shiiki would relish in it and as humorous as it would be to narrate about all the gurgling and gushing going on down there, I just can’t stomach to scribble any words surrounding eliminations, ass attacks or what fellow cleansers lovely refer to as butt pee. I know it’s a natural act, it’s part of the fast, it’s the way the body is flushing the system, blah blah blah…..
I just can’t do it.
So forgive me, but this will most likely be it; my one and only chitchat about ‘eliminations’.
For detailed descriptions and in-depth discussions about bootie blasting (among other things MC related), you can visit the Master Cleanser forums. Some even go so far as posting pictures of their nasty junk. Now that’s just foul.
To all my flushing peeps: Thanks for all the encouragement……..Now sit down and let it flow!
It only gets better from here.
