Cleansing

I would like to think that I make more good decisions than bad ones. On an average day that's probably true. There are those days, however, that you make a decision that clearly nullifies every good choice you have ever made... today I started the "Master cleanse." This was a crowning achievement of asinine selections. Allow me to explain:

I willingly chose to - 1. Drink Sea Salt water... this will rekindle your friendship with porcelain. 2. I am forgoing food in place of a liquid diet which consists of - 3. A concoction of organic maple syrup, lemon juice, water, and cayenne pepper, which I have agreed to drink 5-6 times a day. Those of us doing this cleanse together have named it "The Mexican Death." This makes you feel like your insides have been freed of toxin, but have taken the opportunity to throw an all night kegger while the former chemically engineered tenants of your blood stream are on hiatus. Although this is not painful, it is less than comfortable, and has left me wondering if health nuts are nothing more than herbal masochists.

I'm going to stick with this for a day or so more in the hopes that the good out ways the bad, but I feel it is an ambition which shares probability of success with this overweight white kid mastering the terpsichorean arts.