So I've done a piss-poor job of journaling my detox experience so far. It's been unexpectedly balanced and pretty serene. I'm been inclined to sniff anything someone in my company is eating, more out of curiousity than primality. I've felt a gradual reprogramming to eating and my approach to food. More toxic foods don't seem as appealing, so I'm not craving anything I wasn't into before. Gabriel Cousens would be happy to know. I have been eating bits of salt off my hand here and there, that's about as wild as it gets.
Well, there were a few expections to the ease of fasting. On Day 11 I got a stomach ache so awful I was doubled over for about 20 minutes. And there have been a couple times I've felt inexplicably, profoundly depressed, albeit brief - I hope it was an emotional exorcism.
I was feeling energized today when I got to class and found out we were going to do inversions the whole weekend. In yoga and ayurveda, inversions are said to be simulateously stimulating and detoxifying. With that in mind, I struggled through the practice - though I did get corrections galore from Joan Hyman, so I felt supported. We paired off to "teach" handstand in pairs. This can be rather awkward against a wall with your pelvis in someone's face. Or, maybe it's the beginning of yoga acrobatics, of which I am so fond?
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