Final Stretch

Sound track of the day:
I want you to love me, like I'm a hot guy
Keep thinkin' of me, doin' what you like

Current Temperature: Yucky wet

Final Day of Cleanse.

Last day, and I think after two days I’m supposed to feel my best. I should be clean, back on the wagon, feeling refreshed. Instead, I feel worse than I have the last two days. I’m completely clogged up. Despite all the time spent in the loo, I have only gone #1…repeatedly. Chronically.

The day went as usual and I woke up fine. No more energetic, no more tired than usual. However, on this final day, with all the office threw at me when I walked it, there was no time to keep to the drinking schedule. I was late with Juice #1 by an hour. Then I drank Juice #2 late by an hour and so on. By 3pm, I was guzzling juice #3 during a training session in a hot and crowded conference room. leaving every 15 minutes to pee and to slap myself back into consciousness. By juice # 4, I was delirious and knew I had to get some air and another dose of green liquid. The meeting mercilessly ended at 5:30 where I rushed to the refrigerator for more nourishment. I found I wasn’t hungry so long as I kept to my schedule, and followed up juices with herbal tea or a giant swig of water from the cooler.

This time, while it helped fill me up, it didn’t eliminate my feeling of nausea and weakness. I need a steak, I thought to myself. But that was the wuss inside me talking. I insisted with myself that what I really needed was to buck up and drink my damn juice. But I did go home. No midnight grind tonight.

At home, I downed juice #5 and followed that up with some herbal tea to help things move along inside. I’m praying for some internal action.