Master Cleanse Day 2

Yesterday I found out I'm the lone wolf. Nobody at the office is doing it anymore. They could only tolerate it for 4 days. That benchmark isn't very high. I still plan on going the full 2 weeks. I picked up some leftover sea salt from one of the guys at the office. I also went out and bought another bag of lemons. I'm still juicing them off the bottom of a shot glass in a bowl.

 

Yesterday morning, the 1 quart of salt water took about an hour to go through me. I slammed it down between 7 and 7:15. At 8:15 I was in the middle of a conversation. I literally had to interrupt by holding my finger up and said, "I'll be right back" as I held my stomach. I barely had time to get my pants around my ankles.

 

I woke up this morning because my bladder was about to explode. I didn't weigh myself before I went. This was the kind of bathroom break that took so long...if I would have locked my knees, I would have passed out like a alter boy in church. When I finished I weighed myself at 261.5 pounds. To be sure, before I went to bed last night I weighed 265.5. I probably pissed that much this morning.

 

Last night and this morning I've had the nastiest taste in my mouth. It was expected, but unexpected. I was told that as the body starts squeezing out impurities the skin will change too. I'll probably start smelling like an enchilada here in a day or so. One of the guys at the office said he started getting a film on his teeth he couldn't keep off for more than an hour. I'm supposed to know the cleanse is complete when the nasty taste, funk, fuzzballs, and film are gone and my tongue is pink.

 

There's leftover pizza & wings in the fridge. I'm trying to tell the roomies to eat it and enjoy it for me. It was my Sunday celebration. I was hungry all day yesterday. I could mitigate it a little bit with the cayenne lemonade. I sat across the table from one of my co-workers and watched him eat a delicious Vietnamese plate of chicken, rice, broccoli and carrots. mmm mmm. I hate broccoli, but I would have bit off a finger to get my hands on one of those little trees.

 

Salt water is nasty. This morning I got it down in about 5 minutes though. I started guzzling at 5:20 and was done by 5:25. 1 quart added 1 pound. At least that's what the scale consistently told me. It is now 5:40 and I'm beginning to feel the tidal wave rumble through my system. Jumping Jacks anyone? I don't think I seal up well enough on the other end for that kind of activity.