Well, another day and now I understand why kicharee has been referred to as “cruel gruel”. Four days in and I can’t think of anything less appetizing. I did make it to yoga, I did manage to avoid the tortilla chips and coffee, I did eat some salad for lunch, I did take a nap in the middle of the day, I did make a new batch of the kicharee, and I did manage to eat a bowl in the morning and one in the evening without gagging. Of course it is tempting to take the weekend off, indulge a little, or maybe even switch up the cleanse to include more salads juices and steamed veggies, considering my normal diet is usually heavier on the lighter fair, and less oriented around grains.
My mother stopped by when I was comatose and depressed, laying in my bed in the middle of the sunny afternoon and reminded me that she has watched me do this cleanse at least four times and she doesn’t remember me ever making it this far without becoming depressed and nauseated. Somehow I manage to forget every time…
Alas, I am grateful for the reset and the rest. Regardless of how right this particular cleanse is for my body at this time, I think it is always useful to take away all the vices, excuses, excesses and distractions and stare your own discomfort in the face. It’s never pretty or fun. There is always a hump to get over and I know that I am close to heading downhill on the other side of the climb.
My main intention for this cleanse was to lessen the stress level, to get quieter, to listen more intently to my body and my energy and my life. This has definitely been accomplished, although it isn’t easy to do.
