On my journey towards better health of mind and body, today I was told that my liver was trying to do the job of my heart. And that I should make kissing faces for awhile to get the lower abdomen to kick into gear. Imagine a flower in detail. What on earth does all that mean?
I'm still not sure, but I can tell you that I'm feeling great. I may not have admitted it until now, but there is a small stack of books on energy and health piling up in the den. When I hold my palms facing, close but not touching, I do feel something there. Try it. And then tell me you wouldn't enjoy some background chanting while under a warm comfy blanket, working on moving good energy in and bad out the roots of your feet. Am I giving too much away and losing my friends?
Second time detoxing this week, and although it's weird, and I feel like a rabbit munching on all that cut-up green stuff, I am happy. 'You're not hungry, you're craving something' - is absolutely true, and I'm going to remind myself of that, or at least try, when this week is over.
The great thing about Sima's detox is that you don't have to go into the kitchen if you can avoid it. Just show up at her place for breakfast of yummy (really!) miso soup and pick up the rest of what you're allowed to ingest for the day. It's that simple, if you want it to be, and that way there's no temptation. Of course, there are sad kids opening an empty fridge and looking forlorn, but what the heck - let them forage for a week. Admittedly their food won't be as healthy but if they turn their nose up at my rabbit-foot, I say let 'em eat cake. Or frozen pizza.
So here's to organic vegetables that really do taste better, and to husbands and kids who politely support me despite the skepticism. They too will believe one day, if only because I'm going to be such a shining example. Inshallah. Or how do they say that in the Far East?
