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Well, I've decided to do a month-long Advanced Cleanse by the Renew Life company. While I realize there are some A avoids lurking in the mix (Rhubarb, red clover leaf, etc.) I felt it was definitely time to do this as I don't think I've done a thorough liver cleanse/detox in a long time.
It was ESPECIALLY important to do this after all that state fair food. Ugh.
Man, there is definitely something not right about fast food. One day last month I stopped by Burger King on my way to pick up my family from the airport, I ate their "buffalo sticks" and their hershey pie. I swear within the next few hours, one hour went by where I felt practically suicidal. No idea why. Just this overwhelming depression.
Fast forward to today. I'm coming down with a cold, I'm in the beginning stages of a cleanse, and I only got about an hour of sleep last night if even (tossed and turned! not usual for me at all, but given life circumstances, not unsurprising). Well, despite all that, I really made it through the day with very little cognitive or emotional instability. I had mixed baby greens for lunch. I had a protein bar later on, an egg for breakfast, oh, and some nasty junk (cinnamon roll) at an annual work meeting mid-morning, but somehow I still did OK. Now I'm about delirious though and very ready for bed.
Question of faith: it seems when life is getting us the most down, we turn to God for answers, for hope, for comfort. Coming from a psychological standpoint, is this nothing but a primitive defense mechanism fine tuned by spiritual leaders to keep people of society from shooting one another or is there really a God? It seems like faith is one of those things you certainly are not born with, but is an acquired trait. It's not something you can just come up with. It's work. And it's work I need to do, not from some crazy evangelical standpoint, but from the inside out. Hmmm, but in some sense, don't we all?