Day 3 - Ultimate Cleanse

Day Three.
or: Kill Me Now.

What a shitstorm*. First, I let my senna leaf tea brew for too long last night and woke up at crazy o'clock with stomach cramps. Hello toilet. Sitting there, barefoot on cold tiles, my sleepy mind posed one question: "Isn't two days enough?" That really set the mood for the entire day.
* this does not refer to my poop report.

I went back to bed, still crampy but considerably lighter, and dreamt of an ex-boyfriend who caused me considerable grief while we were together. I remember talking to him in the dream quite rationally about how fucked everything was. He was still a dickwank but listened openly. Talk about detox.

Nathaniel and I took the fluff-bang for a walk before doing our breakfast salt water flush this morning. Summer ended for a day and we walked in pin-prick style rain. Maybe the detox would have been easier today with some sun. Probably not.

I woke up stiff, I didn't do yoga, I did meditate in small bursts, I felt sorry for myself. I worked on some DIY Christmas stuff. I didn't clean a thing. By mid-afternoon was ready to devour a family-sized lasagna. Baked potatoes with the works. Cravings foods I ate lots of seven years ago. Nathaniel felt cranky and sad, I felt cranky and sad, but we didn't fight (go team).

I went to the local supermarket for over-priced maple syrup and non-organic lemons in my pajamas. Nat rented Wanted (which was much better than expected) in his pajamas. It continued to rain.


To deal with the cranks and cravings, I had a lobster-red hot bath and did some visualization. I wrote my "I am/have" list and told the universe all loud-and-proud like that this is what I want to happen. I did a face mask, breathed out my stress, felt generally better :)

If you're on day three of any type of cleanse - hang in there, IT IS THE HARDEST DAY. Check out this article: Making It Through Day Three.

Spiritually, I'm hearing my internal monologue start to frazzle out. It's skittish and manic at times, like it's desperate to grab onto any thought I have. I'm looking forward to more silence and more space to connect with what really matters. Whatever that is.

- Tegan

Poop report:
Salt water flush. I used cold-ish water this morning instead of dissolving the salt in hot water and making the whole thing body temperature. It was certainly easier to swallow but I think it was less effective. I did two decent bum-wees and figured that since I did so much poop the night before, I needn't worry about doing a second flush or anything. But then, as if I couldn't find a reason to not to a second flush!