Pectin Needn't Be Clumpy (and Other Observations)

Day...Which?

Five I suppose and the various routines that make up our lil' experiment in cleansing are becoming part of the day's rhythm. Lemon water is welcome before I hit the barn for morning milking, though I still want better explanation of why lemon juice makes my stomach's PH more basic. Don't really get it. And somehow that's okay.

To tell you the truth there are quite a few instances in our guide book of prescriptions with (i think) inadequate explanation. She says "when you introduce acid to your stomach it actually alkalizes your gut." (para.) But no real explanation of how or why...but I like the element of faith involved in some of this stuff. Its bolstered by enough appreciable positive effects that I feel very confident saying I'll see this month through and maybe become something of a detox bible thumper.

One very positive development was my discovery of pectin in pill form at the local health food store. For the first couple days we'd all been suffering through the powdered form mixed into water. The powder pectin (hereafter refered to as "the supplement of which we dare not speak" or T.S.O.W.W.D.N.S.) had a revolting coagulating and expanding property that made drinking it similar to downing the spittle of a TB patient. Or so I imagine...that was graphic huh? But really it was unpleasant and I'm glad we found the alternative.

Another thing: deceptive foods/supplements. I don't like 'em. We've got the veggie derived supplement called "green food"...you put a Tbs of the powder and mix it in water and throw it back once a day. It's scent is downright delightful:
citrusy, flavor tones of summer grass and suggestions of childhood innocence. But the taste. Something like a dirt slurrie with a dash of motor oil. Very odd. More often it's the other way around: funky smelling food that turns out to be tastey. But not here.

And lastly I mention something that I heard about in conversation just last night. Some friends of friends have moved to LA and this circle of folks are apparently subsisting on a diet of water, cayenne, maple syrup and what? Grapefruit or somesuch? All in an effort to free from their body what was described to me as a "deflated balloon" of compacted fecal matter that is expelled only after suffering through several days of this altogether rediculous combo of foods. These saught after elongated collections of ancient nastiness are, I'm told, photographed and put on the internet. More on that later...or maybe not.

Till next time...
Keep Cleansin'
Doug