Once, a little more than a week ago, I wrote about Buddhism, and non-violence and the nature of the universe. Now I write about bodily functions and will, no doubt, continue to do so for the next 8 days during the cleanse and then the post-cleanse, or integration period.
Oh, how low we fall.
So let me say, by way of an update, that in some ways I am a very lucky person. I ran with the bulls in Pamplona and didn’t die, for example. I also jumped out of an airplane, tubed down the Gila River in flood season, went free-climbing in the Alps, leapt from the top of some monkey bars into a tree five feet away at midnight (yes, I’d been drinking), hitchhiked around Europe, Japan and parts of the United States, back-packed and hiked by myself everywhere and didn’t die. Instead, I was adopted, over and over again, by people who seemed to find me entertaining. The nuns at my high school who took me in to live with them (and then listened to me preach atheism), the women in Spain who invited me to stay at their houses when I missed trains, etc, the family in Ireland who took me in for Christmas–I have been loved, all over the world, by strangers. Move over, Tennessee Williams and Blanche DuBois for the queer world traveler, also dependent on the kindness of strangers (and so far no Stanley calling in the men with the white coats).
However, even given these very meaningful experiences about the benevolence of the human race (look, I am stating benevolence exists before going to bodily functions!), I must now register a complaint about the pre-cleanse experience. Yesterday, when I finally stopped trying to do everything perfectly and ate egg whites as well as two smoothies (both with avocado and protein powder), I didn’t have headaches, mood swings or light-headedness. Of course, today is the last day of the pre-cleanse, so of course on top of facing a whole new more rigorous phase of the diet including drinking oil tomorrow morning, I had to get my f$%^ing period. With worse than usual cramps.
So basically, I would still like to kill someone. Benevolence be gone.
My partner has taken to reading this blog and then texting or emailing to ask if it’s safe to come home. OF COURSE IT’S NOT SAFE! I AM A HYPO-GLYCEMIC MANIAC! WHO IS NOW DMC! (During Menstrual Cycle)
Unfortunately, the daily meditation forces me to recognize that trying to be perfect before rebelling and finding my own way is a pattern (see my blogs about yoga teacher training and attempting to live through four hours of flow without complaint…I failed miserably). Meditation forces me to recognize that I didn’t put superwoman to bed when I learned to make fun of myself, to have humility (1 or 2 minutes of every day when I consider I may not be smarter than absolutely everyone), and to say metta. Superwoman is alive and well and kicking my butt.
I have two words to say on that subject. German mother.
Let it not be said that this pre-cleanse, homicidality and extreme menstrual cramps have taught me nothing. I took a pain reliever right away, two minutes after the cramps hit. It’s called Ecotrin, and it doesn’t work quite as well as ibuprofen, but still. I am not trying to be perfect. I just want to stop whining out loud about my gonads falling out and get to work for the day.
One can hope.
Everything moving down and out on this cleanse, in more ways than one.
On to basmati rice, yellow mung beans (dal) and curry-like spices. I’m allowed to add in protein powder stuff to keep from killing people. I’m also allowed to quit, but I’m eager to get to the day on which you drink a lot of Castor oil and purge. That just sounds like fun. Or at least it was fun when my partner was doing the cleanse alone and she’d yell, “Out of my way,” and run for the bathroom. Of course on this, her third time through, she’s having no side effects whatsoever. She’s like, “I’m not focusing on the cleanse much this time.”
I’m like, “I noticed.” (Imagine my homicidal glare.)
Then I think sweetness and light and go stare at the Cacao Bliss. Yesterday she moved it to the back of the cabinet. She is worried, very, very worried.
As well she should be.