In a way, I feel as if my body has gotten so used to it's current diet of saltwater and lemonade that I could go on for another 10 days, perhaps even the full 40 days (the maximum recommended length of time for the Master Cleanse). But it is my tongue and my brain that are allied against me. . . perusing online menus, paging through cookbooks, and dreaming about food. In fact last night I had a dream in which I broke my fast by eating a hard boiled egg.
So was it worth it? I think so. My energy level has skyrocketed (at least until the sun goes down), my mood has been elevated, my skin has cleared up, and things happened behind the bathroom door that I don't even want to go into (anecdotes available upon request).
Now to work up to eating what I have discovered is the meal of my dreams (literally): lamb shank with israeli couscous, hummus, warm pita, and salad.
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