Within/Without

I’m not going to blog every single day of this fast. If I do 4 times that will be a lot. I decided to blog on this day (Day 2) because it will be Day 7 before I can get back to the keyboard. Fasting is not new for me so I really have lost the excitable insight that a newer faster has. I will say that yesterday was DAY 1 (make it sound big and spooky) and it, for the most part, was uneventful. My body has not really come to terms with the fact that it is about to detox. I had some off dizziness and quick periods of voracious hunger, but that’s it. I really don’t eat all that much, maybe 1 meal per day at lunch and a mid morning snack. I drink a lot of beverages and will get busy with some chocolate or chips. I had a lot more energy than I have had lately. Though I’m still waiting on my vitality to return. I have no idea when I lost that; but it is gone. Yesterday I had a green smoothie with banana, strawberries, blueberries, canteloupe, and filtered water for breakfast. Just wat

I never remember the groundhog rule. As natural as I strive to be, I’m not overly confident in the natural superstitions. The newspapers said that our regional groundhog predicted an early spring. I sure hope so. I’m so ready. I do buy almanacs every year. And I have noticed that my cat is beginning to shed his winter coat. I say all this to say…. Spring is Coming!!!! And with the coming of spring and the vernal equinox, I must prepare Serenity. Serenity prepares by fasting. I do a 3 week juice fast every year usually (for the most part) twice a year or 6 weeks total of missed days eating in a year. I started this practice in 2003. I was preparing for surgery and I had read that fasting for 3 weeks prior surgery aids in recovery. Anyone who knows me in person knows that I despise being labeled a “Punk Bitch” and will take every precaution to guard against falling into that category. So I came across fasting as a way to recover quickly from surgery. The funny thing was it gav

Well I did what I said I was gonna do. (See how I slipped today’s math in there?) I lost the weight I wanted to lose for this small hurdle. Yes I want to lose like 40lbs, but I needed to lose 15lbs for my own personal, selfish goals by next week. And I’m a week early. I’m a admit this to y’all because y’all don’t know me like that. This kind of makes me shamed to ever meet y’all in the physical, but I suppose I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. I am going to continue on with losing weight. I’m planning to start my yearly cleansing fast in about 2 weeks. When I come up out of that I’ll be ‘high raw’. I don’t do 100% raw. My stomach doesn’t like that. But the reason why it was imperative that I lose 15lbs is….. I am very ashamed to admit this….. breathe Serenity……. I really cannot bear to weigh more than my man. I know. That’s shallow. I really have some issues/teacups/whatever within me with regards to men. One of those issues is men need to be bigger in size and weight t

I was cleaning my home last night. I appreciate when the nesting impulse kicks in, really. I’m having a houseguest in a few weeks and the time is of the essence in getting my queendom right and exact. Y’all know how folks clean for guests. And it occurred to me that maybe I do it a bit differently than most folks do. I guess this is more of the without than within. First of all, I never exist in filth. My home may become disheveled, but never nasty. And if I come into another’s cipher, it must be at least picked up or I won’t stay there. And I don’t help folks clean either. If your spot is nasty, I assume that’s how you like it. I came off the traditional cleaning product grid a long time ago. There was a time I liked to clean with caustic products. I used to like the ‘high’ that one gets from using ammonia. Ammonia was my drug, I mean product of choice. I remember passing out in a windowless, poorly ventilated bathroom, because I was cleaning every square inch of it with strai

I have eczema. I have had it since I was a small child. My mother reports I’ve been spotted since infancy. I remember getting in trouble on purpose just to get the beating that would satisfy the itching for a minute. That weirded my Ole Earth out. I remember one of my godmothers used to slather me with bacon grease. She swore that that would calm the lesions. It did to some degree. But the dog became very friendly afterward. I still have outbreaks. Most of the time it’s a small outbreak. 80% of the time it occurs only on my arms, legs, and back. But it can pop out anywhere. Don’t sleep on adult eczema. It can get really bad, disfiguring and incredibly painful. I put it, mostly, on the weather. I usually have outbreaks in the winter or if I go somewhere and the weather is distinctly colder than my regular climate. I ALWAYS get something in the winter time. Whether it be light patches just where my bra strap rubs against my skin or all over my body. It feels like little need