Day 7

Woot woot! Made it to the end of the week. But, the day has just begun so 'technically' I still have another 16 hours to go. But, I just HAD to share a dream I woke up to!

I was at a friend's place who brought out a bag of cheetos on a serving try all in their orange glory glistening with salty, sweet, cheesy goodness begging me to take 'just one'. I was fighting the urge when she placed the tray right in front of me (I bet it was Kari in disguise!). I looked at the tray and told myself I still had 8 days to go and pushed it aside. While we were in deep conversation, another friend poked her head into the door and started asking questions about something pertaining to work. I distractedly picked up a cheeto and popped it into my mouth. Immediately warning bells started going off in my head. Remember the robot from that show back in the 60's (most of you probably don't, lol)? He'd be waving his robot arms crying out, 'Warning, Warning... Extreme danger'!!

Those were the words my brain was screaming at me. To stop and spit it out right now. BUT..., It was sooooo goooood..... So I ate it.

Well, I reasoned, I'd already 'cheated' so why not have just a few more (funny how the mind gives permission to continue going in the wrong tangent once you've taken that first fateful step - how sad). I took a few more. I could FEEL the disappointment in my mind and body. And yet, I ate more, and more,,,, and more! So much more that I cleaned that entire tray of cheetos off right down to the very last crumbs. And during the entire process, I could feel the sluggishness and heaviness of not only 'cheating', but also of having consumed so much toxic waste. I could feel the disappointment of my having to admit to Kari I'd slipped up - big time. I even reasoned I didn't have to tell her for how would she ever know? But with me being such an open book, I knew that wouldn't last for long. My guilty conscience would make me vomit the words while humbly hoping she wouldn't blast me with, 'Ah hah! I knew it! I Win; with plenty of LOL's thrown in for good measure (of course, she'd be sympathetic, but definitely not for long - we're far too competitive)!!

The dream was so real I woke up at that point and wondered did I really just do that? Did I really sabotage the entire past week in that moment of weakness? Briefly I FELT sick and sluggish until (thankfully) I realized it was a dream whereby my brain kicked in, the good endorphins started up and I once again realized how powerful the mind/body are in working together. Even tho I hadn't physically eaten those cheetos, because my brain (thoughts) felt that i had, I experienced, in a wakeful state, the full spectrum of feelings and thoughts mentioned above. The body/mind is a wonderful and powerful tool and may I continue this journey in doing what I can to feed it mostly the best that I can. When this juicing fast is over, I'm sure I will indulge in foods that I love and enjoy, but with a lot more awareness, a lot less imbibing, a 'less is more' mentality, and pay attention to how my body responds (positively or negatively) and continue or eliminate as needed.

Wow, what an awesome 'wake-up call' kind of dream!
Day 7, here we come!!!
Where's my hot lemon water?! :o)