Healing crisis

“…danger Will Robinson“

3:14p

So I’ve successfully stripped and power cleaning my insides from rooter to the tooter. And I’ve been easing my way back into full time mastication.

However, yesterday I pretty much lost my mind.

Instead of drinking juice, tea, MC and slurping on veggie broth for I ravenously tore my way through 3/4ths of a pack of kame seaweed rice crackers and half a bag of Garden of Eatin’ Red Hot blues.

I got them down with hummus and 3 cups of MC about a quart of water over a 3 hour period. I kept going because my body never said “stop” or “ease up” until everything came to a grinding halt around 4 o’clock.

I felt the swollen and still swelling mass of dried starch consolidating dead center two inches below the bottom of my rib cage. Then the my stomach ballooned and squelched.

I had a cup of peppermint tea, even more overconfident it’d be just the ticket. A nausea headache was all the confirmation I needed that it I wasn’t getting back into the land of “feeling good, feeling great” for the rest of this day. I over did it. Plain. Simply.

My cockiness from making it through 11 days blinded me to a basic, inescapable law of nature: Without proper lubrication, actual food hurts a lot more then you’d ever imagine going in.

Lesson learned. Certainly, completing the MC was about getting healthy. But it was also about control too. Not eating for all those days restored my sense of personal power. I considered every atom before allowing it to enter my body. How often do you pay real close attention to everything what you eat or drink?

The MC strenghthens your will, in turn supersizing your willpower to see anything your heart desires to completion.

Today I let my willpower slip away and made myself ill in the process.

Tomorrow I get back on track rebuilding my guts. Tomorrow I maximize my good.