Letting go of the past

April 29th, 2008


I’m going through a herbal detoxification programme at the moment. And no, it’s not detox in the “Betty Ford” sense.

It involves a three-day lead-in where you reduce your food intake by roughly 25% each day while taking a small amount of two herbal compounds, one designed to get things moving along the alimentary canal, the other designed to draw toxins out of the gut.

After those three days, you’re on a five-day, liquids-only fast. This morning is the start of day three of five.

Strangely, I haven’t felt physically hungry, although that’s partly down to the solution of herbs in apple juice that I have to take five times a day. Thoughts of food have so far kindly stayed away unless I catch a whiff of someone else’s dinner. Last night I was stuck with the thought of a fresh, still-warm, crusty baguette with Emmental cheese, salad and mayonnaise…

Right, that’s quite enough of that.

So is it working? Well, the instructions said some odd-looking things might see the light of day and sure enough they have and are. I imagine it has been quite a while since they were recognisable as food. The booklet also said I might experience the symptoms of a cold as my body takes advantage of all its means to eliminate the toxins that are being stirred up. Sure enough, I do seem to have a cold.

It’s odd how habits work, though. Many times I have found myself going to the fridge or the cupboard and looking inside. Not because I particularly wanted to eat, but more because it’s a habit to do so at certain times of the day.

I tried a similar fast years ago but cracked after less than forty eight hours. I’m doing much better this time… sixty hours and counting since my last meal of a light salad and six delicious tiger prawns, flash fried in olive oil and rock salt (there is just no way to make them tastier).

I don’t particularly miss having food in my stomach, as I thought I would. I miss more the enjoyment of food. It seems as though my brain is having a harder time of this than my stomach. If there are any brain doctors reading this, I know it all comes down to the brain anyway.

It’s amazing just how much of our day revolves around food. Yesterday and the day before, I worked through lunch time, although I stopped long enough to have my herby apply juice. It felt as if there was no point in taking a break at lunch time if there wasn’t going to be any lunch. But that’s clearly wrong. Breaks are important for their own sake. Breaks from sitting. Breaks from staring at a screen. Breaks from pressing my wrists into the edge of the desk. Breaks even from the notions I am trying to express in the documents I am already late in delivering so that when I sit back down again, they will be that little bit clearer in my head.

So far I haven’t had any hallucinations that people are made of doughnuts, nor have I been tempted to skewer my cat. Three more days and then I can have an apple for breakfast on Friday morning.

2 Responses to “Letting go of the past”

  1. Paraic Hegartyon 29 Apr 2008 at

    and yet a typo in paragraph 8…good luck and thanks for not sharing too much!

  2. Declan Chellaron 29 Apr 2008 at

    Typo fixed. Thanks for spotting it, Paraic!
    The company I bought the herbs from actually encourage their customers to send in photos of the resultant evacuations. There is a testimonials page on their website where, along with each testimonial, they display a photo of the person’s “produce” and a photo of their face.
    To be honest, I don’t feel like pulling my poo out of the jacks with a stick and taking a photo of it, never mind sending the photo in to some website and having it posting alongside a grinning picture of me.

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