Day 6 on this wild deprivation tour.
Last night’s dream was fit for the season. I dreamed we had a big bowl of Halloween candy (possibly inspired by having watched a Halloween episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer before bed in which Buffy declared “there’s no problem that can’t be solved with candy”). Although I had sworn to resist it, I began eating it rather unconsciously.
Oh, this. In my mouth. How did that get in there? Mat just snickered at me, Not a good way to break your fast.
No, it’s not. So I went back to the master cleanse website for advice on how to break this fast, particularly because I’m not sure I’m going to make it the full 10 days. Once there, I noticed that some of the advice for preparing for a fast was unrealistic for me. The following is a quote from the master cleanse website:
“If you live with people who are not going on the cleanse with you tell them they will have to go eat elsewhere because for the next 10 days your house is to contain nothing but the required items for the diet.”
The author of this advice goes on to state: “Do not skip this step. You might think you have the will power to not eat that package of thin mint cookies now, but 7 days into the diet I guarantee them cookies will be calling out to you in your sleep, and having to look at them every time you go into the kitchen will be maddening. Get rid of all the food in your house, trust me on this one.”
Dude, I wasn’t even thinking of mint cookies. Why’d you get me started on them?!
This is good advice, but it’s not going to work with my family. Not only is my house fully stocked, but I’m also preparing after school smoothies and snacks, as well as dinner for them. (The tough part is to avoid licking your finger after checking on the roasted potatoes. What a salty flavor explosion after days of nothing but sweet, sour and pepper).
Approaching day 7, I understand how taking that advice would make it much easier to make it to day 10. It’s hard to sit next to a kid on the couch who wants to announce every flavor of jelly bean he’s eating and not want to devour a handful yourself. It’s also possible that, no matter how strong I think my willpower is, that split pea soup is smelling mighty tasty tonight.