Day 5 on the cleanse. Somehow, beginning yesterday afternoon, I went from feeling like a sedated slug to a fiery fly–flitting around on fb dropping vent bombs. That was a hoot. I’m sure I lost a few Republican friends over that one. Que lastima, verdad?
Last night I dreamed I broke my fast unintentionally. While talking to my husband, I walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, pulled out a pack of bologna, grabbed several slices of meat and devoured them without thinking. “Oh no,” I gasped. “I just broke my fast with lunch meat!” I awoke moments later, grateful that I had not ended my fast with such a bad choice of food stuff.
The funny thing is, that was my favorite childhood lunch to take to school. Bologna on wonder-filled bread with neon yellow mustard. I can almost taste it now! But I have never bought bologna in my life. See, I became a vegetarian at 13 and stayed that way until I got pregnant at 22 (at which time, dreams of burgers, steaks and mom’s venison stir fry were haunting me before I ever knew I was having a baby). Although I started eating meat again, I never once had a craving for bologna and I generally detest the average lunch meat produced by the company known for B-O-L-O-G-N-A. So why did I dream of eating processed meat stuff?