Given the controversy on the subject of cleanses and the curiosity about diets in general, I suppose I should report on the results of the fast I break today—or actually, just broke, with a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice. Squoze by myself.
My knee is much better—happy, I assume, to be carrying around 12 pounds less weight and possibly also helped by the cayenne which, along with cinnamon, is said to be good for joints.
Heart rate has slowed and my blood pressure is down. Again, weight related and probably helped along by a no-salt diet.
Allergy symptoms like sneezing are gone. I have no exact knowledge of what I may be allergic to, but I have one very great fear.
Yesterday, Day 9, I finally felt sluggish and cold and very, very tired of lemonade.
My friends and roommate are more than ready for me to get off it already, because while I have been entertaining, I haven't really been participating. Also, for some reason, all conversations seem to revolve around food. H says I am the one bringing up the subject, but I don't think that's the case; I think many everyday conversations refer to food. After all, she is the one who just called up at 9:30 ayem to sing me, to the tune of that old chestnut (food reference—I'm still sensitive) "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire," a song she wrote called "Turkey and Provalone."
3 comments:
So, what is it you fear you are allergic to?
You know.
And that would be what?
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