Glory Ho

I did it. I starved and I survived. The last few days were a breeze, by the way, but still. I’m glad it’s over.

I will do some kind of cleanse, probably annually. Here’s why:

1) Empowerment The mental power needed to abstain from eating for ten days (no cheating) can be described easily in one word: empowering. It’s worth doing JUST for this.

2)Digestive Rest While I try to steer clear of regularly eating fried, spicy and fatty foods, I do sometimes Continue reading ‘It’s Over’

I’m just writing to report a bizarre irony. Or maybe its not ironic at all as that Alanis Morissette song has forever screwed my sense of this word, although, thanks to repetitive viewings of Reality Bites, I do know that irony is “when the literal meaning is the exact opposite of the actual meaning.” Yet, still, I am confused. Perhaps it’s the lack of food.

Ironic or not, I’m talking about the American tradition called the doggie bag.

In the United States, whether you Continue reading ‘The Doggie Bag’

I’m alive. Physically, feel fine, save a few headaches. Mentally, not so much. Ability to concentrate has seriously decreased. The feeling of waiting for something to happen is ever-present. Does life really revolve around food? Should it?

8:15 Dreamt that I was on a high school bus, going to a basketball game, deep within it’s green leather seats Continue reading ‘Day Six’

8:30 I am alone. Alone in this Sofia flat. Strange. No interest in getting up. Was up til 2:30 watching episodes of Grey’s Anatomy. It’s no Lost, but I like it.

9:30 Okay, I should get up. Seven hours is plenty. But I resist, because this is the first day of my Master Cleanse. The first day of ten whole days when I will eat and drink nothing but specially mixed lemonade, herbal tea and saltwater. This is the first day of my toxin release. I am excited, but Continue reading ‘The First Day’

Reading is a bliss of mine. Perhaps even a glory. Since living in Bulgaria, I’ve cried with Pearl S. Buck in China, got swept away with deranged delight in Asylum and pondered the human condition in Ann Marie McDonald’s epic The Way The Crow Flies. I was fascinated by Malcolm Gladwell’s surprisingly clear academia, uncovered a source of calm in Stegner’s Crossing to Safety and even caught up with a few classics, like Slaughterhouse Five and 1984, obviously appropo.I recently ran across Gypsy Girl’s blog, a colorful little flower bed of inspirational blooms that often follow my own spiritual spirals. On her sidebar, is the title: On My Nightstand, with book cover photos which were assumedly stacked in that decoratively messy style next to her bed. Just like those glass bowls I saw in Cheerio commercials Continue reading ‘Curling Up With a Good Club’