<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:03:16.799-05:00</updated><category term='Day 13'/><category term='health and wellness'/><category term='salt water flush'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='Day 4'/><category term='lemons'/><category term='Day 7'/><category term='Mind Body and Spirit'/><category term='cleanse symptoms'/><category term='fuzzy tongue'/><category term='Day 10'/><category term='natural remedies'/><category term='Master Cleanse'/><category term='Day 3'/><category term='raw food diet'/><category term='food fantasies'/><category term='Consumerist'/><category term='Yahoo Support Group'/><category term='Day 14'/><category term='weight loss drugs'/><category term='cleansing emotions'/><category term='cortisol'/><category term='NPR'/><category term='life expectancy'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='sleep patterns'/><category term='Day 6'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='Day 2'/><category term='Kinoki Foot Pads'/><category term='food sensitivity'/><category term='Senna tea'/><category term='stress'/><category term='Day 11'/><category term='personal care'/><category term='Day 9'/><category term='faith'/><category term='preparation'/><category term='Doctor Yourself'/><category term='Day 5'/><category term='limes'/><category term='Stanley Burroughs'/><category term='Google Analytics'/><category term='orange juice'/><category term='food'/><category term='Day 12'/><category term='health books'/><category term='Andrew Saul'/><category term='Day 8'/><category term='Day 1'/><category term='NCHS'/><category term='CDC'/><category term='food allergy'/><category term='breaking the cleanse'/><title type='text'>Cleanse Master Remix</title><subtitle type='html'>Take a peek behind the glamor of the Master Cleanse (Stanley Burroughs). I'm here to share the details from butt pee to Preparation H. Are you ready to take the insane ride of 10 or more food-free days? More importantly, how do you live a cleansed life in-between cleanses with potato chips and hamburgers attacking from all sides?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-5013097176793551740</id><published>2011-04-26T13:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T13:56:05.723-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind Body and Spirit'/><title type='text'>Email from My Angry Colon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I haven't fasted or cleansed in so long that my colon sent me an angry email. All CAPS. Starting with, "YOU HEFFA! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my life represents one of the most wonderful and frightening transitions. After 14 years in my profession (the last 12 with the same company), I got flushed down the toilet of "downsizing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost didn't blink at the turn of events. My sixth sense had already detected the scent of trouble. In case you didn't know, corporate financial trouble kinda smells like burnt bologna and fried nerves. But I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately saw this as an opportunity to (1) take a much needed forced vacation and (2) to pursue deferred dreams that I previously filed under "Yeah. Right." &lt;b&gt;More importantly, I'm blessed with the opportunity to cleanse in other ways by focusing on stress, proper diet, and luxuriating in the cure for my former Monday blah's.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next fast/cleanse likely won't be a Master Cleanse. After a long absence and a tongue-lashing from an angry colon, my bravery meter looks a lot like it did before my first cleanse experience. But I do intend to complete one of two drastic departures from bacon cheeseburgers: (1) A 3-day water fast or (2) A 7-day fruit and veggie fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll chronicle that experience here, along with my efforts to grow a pair for my next Master Cleanse. Until then, I have an angry email to answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-5013097176793551740?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/5013097176793551740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=5013097176793551740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/5013097176793551740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/5013097176793551740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2011/04/email-from-my-angry-colon.html' title='Email from My Angry Colon'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-8309768103195582509</id><published>2008-10-23T14:15:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:09:48.645-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal care'/><title type='text'>Shame Shame Shame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SQDJH5N7BfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/o9hcQbeSIZ8/s1600-h/FallStairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SQDJH5N7BfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/o9hcQbeSIZ8/s400/FallStairs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260425502224221682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;From what I gather on the internet, this picture represents a day of shameful stair-scapades for Miss. Thailand. Po' chile. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know she felt like seeping into the floor once the folks on the right finally peeled her off the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how the folks on the left are still in shock and haven't stopped clapping their hands yet? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the current poster child for unhealthy living, that's &lt;i&gt;ME&lt;/i&gt; falling down those darned stairs. (Only I wouldn't do it in a short skirt and slingback shoes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I digress again&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like doctors who smoke and firemen who start fires, I have more-than-average knowledge about health/nutrition and I'm not acting on that knowledge in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ain't that a cryin' shame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know one thing. I hope you keep reading this blog. Because if I can get my ish together and get healthy A-N-Y-B-O-D-Y can. Seriously. And all my dirty little laundry along the way will be hanging on a line right here for you to gawk at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-8309768103195582509?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/8309768103195582509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=8309768103195582509&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/8309768103195582509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/8309768103195582509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2008/10/shame-shame-shame.html' title='Shame Shame Shame'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SQDJH5N7BfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/o9hcQbeSIZ8/s72-c/FallStairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-2837148119493820284</id><published>2008-09-02T16:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:09:40.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh.... The day I should be basking in the sunlight of my own cleanse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SL2dcHn3X2I/AAAAAAAAACs/N_VZMDA5u7M/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SL2dcHn3X2I/AAAAAAAAACs/N_VZMDA5u7M/s200/sun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241518647737278306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;But I'm sitting under a thunder cloud of poor preparation. In the craze of getting the kids ready to return to school, I never made it to the store for my ingredients. So while I was sitting on a mountain like the wise King Solomon... waving my hand to the newbies below and telling them that the best advice is to PREPARE... I was running around like a blind mouse failing at my own preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lemme go read my own advice again since I fell off the side of my wisdom mountain like Humpty Dumpty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-2837148119493820284?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/2837148119493820284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=2837148119493820284&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/2837148119493820284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/2837148119493820284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2008/09/ahhh-day-i-should-be-basking-in.html' title='Ahhh.... The day I should be basking in the sunlight of my own cleanse...'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SL2dcHn3X2I/AAAAAAAAACs/N_VZMDA5u7M/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-5820801452822101078</id><published>2008-08-28T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:29:14.845-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food allergy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Don't Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth: Know Your Food Allergies and Sensitivities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SLbuIxtqJLI/AAAAAAAAACc/UymqZFGuZ1s/s1600-h/ghorse.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SLbuIxtqJLI/AAAAAAAAACc/UymqZFGuZ1s/s320/ghorse.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239637051043357874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;Don't ask me when. Don't ask me why. But in a blog post a loooooong time ago, I challenged my readers to use post-cleanse life to get a grip on food sensitivities and food allergies. Since then, a male coworker happily told me that he tried the experiment and discovered a food allergy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Food_sensitivity"&gt;Food sensitivities&lt;/a&gt; and full-blown &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Food_allergy"&gt;food allergies&lt;/a&gt; are tied to medical conditions ranging from irritating rashes to asthma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a way to start identifying such nuisances on your own - by stripping down to a basic diet and adding one type of food at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what better time than after a Master Cleanse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very difficult to identify offending foods during the normal daily routine. Imagine the foods you ate in the past week. If just a single food was causing an unpleasant health problem, how in the world would you be able to isolate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where the Master Cleanse, aka The Gift Horse, comes in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may &lt;/span&gt;already) know, the day after the Master Cleanse begins with orange juice. Then comes vegetable soup. After that, folks' eating habits range from vegetarian to bacon-cheeseburger-tarian. The gloves are off and anything goes. Why not use the valuable time after a cleanse to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slowly &lt;/span&gt;re-introduce old foods and see if a particular food choice triggers a sensitivity or full-blown allergy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks with ailments such as Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS), asthma, skin conditions and even Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS) may find relief from symptoms by eliminating troublesome foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't you deserve it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't look a gift horse in the mouth. The digestive tract is sparkling clean after a 10-day cleanse. Use that precious time to explore food options and possibly arrest some culprits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-5820801452822101078?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/5820801452822101078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=5820801452822101078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/5820801452822101078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/5820801452822101078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-look-gift-horse-in-mouth-know-your.html' title='Don&apos;t Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth: Know Your Food Allergies and Sensitivities'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SLbuIxtqJLI/AAAAAAAAACc/UymqZFGuZ1s/s72-c/ghorse.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-5157294184893518789</id><published>2008-08-25T09:54:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:34:31.948-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yahoo Support Group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Advice To Tashia the Newbie from Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;I dedicate this post to Tashia and all the other Master Cleanse newbies who haven't taken the plunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SLW5sl_QeVI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ng7UtHHKctw/s1600-h/plan402w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SLW5sl_QeVI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ng7UtHHKctw/s400/plan402w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239297917278255442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt; What advice can I give to first timers? Here goes my attempt to sound smart and helpful in just two words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Plan well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't tell you how many times newbies underestimate the initial lemon purchase.&lt;/span&gt; Buy lots. Buy too many. Pretend they're going out of style. Then buy even more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't start without all of the ingredients and pretend you'll make it to the store on the day you begin.&lt;/span&gt; That is a serious cleanse-killer, because the trip to the store may be interrupted by a bacon cheeseburger. Or the detour could become the excuse to just "try again another time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you live alone, get rid of your favorite foods.&lt;/span&gt; If that means eating them before you start... you can do that too. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you cook for a family, like I do, I find planning a menu very helpful.&lt;/span&gt; That way, I only buy the food I need for them and don't spend so much time browsing the options.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pre-plan what you'll tell those around you, from family to co-workers.&lt;/span&gt; Whether on purpose or not, those folks can be major cleanse-killers by offering food or talking about what a "dangerous thing you're doing." Get in the zone and be ready for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You may want to 'cleanse before the cleanse.' &lt;/span&gt;Some folks prepare by cleaning-up their act the week before. In our Yahoo! Group, the general consensus is that coffee drinkers have a hard time with detox headaches. If you drink coffee, smoke cigarettes, sippy-sippy on the alcohol or eat a lot of refined carbohydrates, you many want to wean off these things in the days leading to the cleanse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I can't end without recommending our awesome support group&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;a href="http://health.groups.yahoo.com/group/mastercleanse/"&gt;Yahoo! Mastercleanse group&lt;/a&gt;. Don't underestimate the value of talking to other folks going through the same drama as you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Bonus advice.&lt;/span&gt; Measure your lemon juice every single time you mix.&lt;/span&gt; Some have 'rule-of-thumb' estimates about the amount of juice a single lemon holds. I measure every single drink, because juice yield can vary. Stanley Burroughs is very clear that the juice measurement is not negotiable for each glass. This isn't Walmart. Cut corners and you'll get what you pay for... And I'm not talking about cheap gadgets painted with toxic materials and flesh-eating rubber sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, you can search through my blog posts to find a few more gems... like the priceless value of Bordeaux Butt Paste and the benefits of local bathroom maps. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Cleansing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-5157294184893518789?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/5157294184893518789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=5157294184893518789&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/5157294184893518789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/5157294184893518789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2008/08/advice-to-tashia-newbie-from-hawaii.html' title='Advice To Tashia the Newbie from Hawaii'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SLW5sl_QeVI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ng7UtHHKctw/s72-c/plan402w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-2214990712450542203</id><published>2008-08-21T19:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:40:14.781-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stanley Burroughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>My Next Cleanse is Looming Like a Storm Cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKtVVUsQ22I/AAAAAAAAACI/aOj_gBQM-_c/s1600-h/startcleanse.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKtVVUsQ22I/AAAAAAAAACI/aOj_gBQM-_c/s400/startcleanse.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236372816568310626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;My last cleanse was January 2007. I went 13 days, and I felt like Rocky running up all those dang steps. Only I had lemonade in my water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As August 2008 nears an end, I sit nervously planning a September 1 cleanse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What!? You didn't know that old cleanse veterans still get nervous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, every cleanse is so different that the 5th can feel like the 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows if the 3rd day will be tough or if symptoms will wait until the 8th day? Who knows if the SWF will work in 1 hour or 3 hours? And who knows if mental strength will carry for the whole 10+ days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first-timer and the veteran have these things in common - the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the experience under my belt tells me something very important: No matter how hard things get, the benefits will ALWAYS outweigh the mental war. So while I may secretly tremble in my boots, I approach my cleanse with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are you starting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-2214990712450542203?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/2214990712450542203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=2214990712450542203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/2214990712450542203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/2214990712450542203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-next-cleanse-is-looming-like-storm.html' title='My Next Cleanse is Looming Like a Storm Cloud'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKtVVUsQ22I/AAAAAAAAACI/aOj_gBQM-_c/s72-c/startcleanse.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-1367571529302214062</id><published>2008-08-20T08:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:52:28.922-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cortisol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind Body and Spirit'/><title type='text'>What Does "Living a Cleansed Life" Have to do with "Stress-Free Living?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKtP8e9pM6I/AAAAAAAAACA/vkGxR3OMyHA/s1600-h/stress+cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKtP8e9pM6I/AAAAAAAAACA/vkGxR3OMyHA/s320/stress+cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236366892270695330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;I named this blog "Cleanse Master Remix" because my goal is to address living a healthy life using the Master Cleanse as a single tool. And like many others, I wanted to know, "How do I continue the benefits of the Master Cleanse after my cleanse is over?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the answer requires the health-conscious to address the Mighty Three - Mind, Body, and Soul. And today, I'm taking aim at STRESS, which applies to the soul and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was watching Clean House, which features &lt;del&gt;hopelessly messy pack rats&lt;/del&gt; those who can't seem to establish and maintain a neat, harmonious living environment. One commercial break featured yet another diet drug claiming to treat weight gain associated with stress - more specifically the release of the hormone &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cortisol"&gt;cortisol &lt;/a&gt;associated with stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my college studies, I learned in Health and Psychology that cortisol provides critical support for the flight-or-fight response. In other words, when presented with danger, cortisol helps us to do one of two things in an instant (1) stand and fight the threat or (2) evade the danger by fleeing the scene. But living a stressful life extends the release of this hormone which can build to toxic levels. And the human body wasn't built to manage extended release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://www.advance-health.com/cortisol.html"&gt;Advance Health and Life Extension&lt;/a&gt;, excessive cortisol levels increase weight gain and makes us susceptible to infections, both major and minor. In other words, "Honey, if you don't manage that stress, you're gonna be one sick overweight puppy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a soul and spirit perspective, all that road rage, anger and unforgiveness can be killing you. And don't get me started about the excessive spending, over our budgets, while chasing the Ninetendo Wii at Christmastime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon. Go with me here. How do you feel when you're stressing about something? Don't you feel like CRAP? What about the times you forgive and go-on with life? Isn't that liberating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That relief you feel in your mind translates into relieving your body of a toxic environment. Aren't you worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before you reach for the potentially dangerous diet drugs - like &lt;a href="http://www.corticel.com/"&gt;Corticel&lt;/a&gt;  and other &lt;a href="http://www.herbal-supplements-guide.com/cortisol-blockers.html"&gt;cortisol blockers&lt;/a&gt; that supposedly help you manage weight by fighting stress, how about taking a moment to appreciate life and find a little kindness in your heart? Why not forgive your absent parent and stop flipping-off strangers in traffic? Now that, my friends, is living a cleansed life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Cleansing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-1367571529302214062?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/1367571529302214062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=1367571529302214062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/1367571529302214062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/1367571529302214062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-does-living-cleansed-life-have-to.html' title='What Does &quot;Living a Cleansed Life&quot; Have to do with &quot;Stress-Free Living?&quot;'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKtP8e9pM6I/AAAAAAAAACA/vkGxR3OMyHA/s72-c/stress+cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-7229712775889363707</id><published>2008-08-19T12:42:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:56:37.050-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kinoki Foot Pads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NPR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Consumerist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural remedies'/><title type='text'>Cleanse Scam (or Not) Alert: Kinoki Foot Pads</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKr-77mmZ4I/AAAAAAAAABw/OHqQTII8z3c/s1600-h/kfp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKr-77mmZ4I/AAAAAAAAABw/OHqQTII8z3c/s400/kfp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236277822336952194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;Although I'm a major advocate for improved health through natural means, I'm not naive enough to believe that the natural health industry has fewer scams and dangers than the pharmaceutical industry. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At least the natural health scams generally involve products that simply don't work - as opposed to dangerous chemicals that flat-out kill... but that's another blog post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I developed a healthy curiosity about the Kinoki Foot Pads, a product that supposedly helps draw toxins out of the body through the soles of you feet while you sleep. I didn't discount this product at first view because I understand the cycle of toxin-in, toxin-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can digest toxins via (typically bad) food choices. We inhale them from the environment. We even absorb them through the skin via environmental contaminants, cleaning products, and even daily cosmetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKr_YRUNR7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/e0Z7AMljW7o/s1600-h/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKr_YRUNR7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/e0Z7AMljW7o/s200/toilet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236278309201725362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;Toxins exit through similar doors. We honk them from our nose, sweat them through our glands, and flush them away with old-fashioned visits to the Porcelain Throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even emotions can contribute to a toxic environment where stress and strife produce hormones that the body can't handle in large doses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And while many laugh at us cleanse buffs because the body is already equipped to handle toxins, I still believe we need a little help because we're eating, inhaling and absorbing them at an unhealthy rate - all while producing even more in fits of road rage and Christmas shopping for the Nintendo Wii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing we can eliminate toxins via the pores in our largest organ, the skin, I thought Kinoki might be on to something... Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a &lt;a href="http://consumerist.com/5038757/gee-whiz-it-turns-out-that-kinoki-foot-pads-are-a-scam"&gt;Consumerist &lt;/a&gt;writeup of an &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=93710963"&gt;NPR &lt;/a&gt;feature, the Kinoki Foot Pads stink like... well... toxic feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter Sarah Varney had a lab analyze used Kinoki pads. The scientist reported that the used pads (with all that brown gunk) didn't vary much in chemistry from a fresh new pad. And it stands to reason it's because the pad didn't actually remove any toxins. Even worse, the brown gunk that is supposed to be "toxic waste" also appears when the pad is held above a pot of boiling water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some members of the &lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Do_Kinoki_detox_foot_pads_work"&gt;WikiAnswers&lt;/a&gt; community weighed-in on the issue. For the most part, the users screamed scam. A few said they felt a little better, some praised the possible placebo effect, and one urged that 'trying the pads was better than turning to pharmeceutical drugs. Read these excerpts for yourself (below) and follow &lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Do_Kinoki_detox_foot_pads_work"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; for the entire list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy users&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (with surprisingly dull responses that could use an energy drink):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;Well I used it once and I felt much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;I was not looking for a cure for anything, so I Im not claiming miracle. I did feel a little better. I have no explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The blessed placebo conspiracy theorists&lt;/span&gt; (who clearly had their energy drinks and watch too much X-Files):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;I have never used them, nor do I think they work. I think many of the testimonials and other positive feedback about them works with the placebo effect. You believe a desired reaction will occur from a treatment, so your body reacts the way you expect it to when you use above said treatment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;Who cares if it acts a placebo as long as you "think" it is going to work than that is the end result everyone wants. Does anyone really care how we get healed as long as we are healed? While the placebo effect may result in people feeling better, it has no bearing on the claim that the footpads remove any toxins, therefore any change in toxins cannot be explained by the placebo effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The "Why Not" gang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(with a serious hit out on the pharmaceutical industry):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why not try? &lt;/span&gt;I do not believe there is any published data--proving or disproving--on the Kinoki foot pad approach, but I see no harm in one trying it. Certainly, it would be safer and cheaper than many of the commonly prescribed drugs that cause hundreds of thousands of terrible side effects and early deaths in the United States each year. [excerpt from much longer comment]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My personal opinion having not used the product:&lt;/span&gt; There are too many known natural remedies for cleansing the body and promoting health. Of course, I'm a huge fan of the Master Cleanser. There's fruit and veggie cleanses, exercise, excellent herbal remedies, and plain-old better living. There's a 95% chance that I'll pass on this product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-7229712775889363707?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/7229712775889363707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=7229712775889363707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/7229712775889363707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/7229712775889363707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2008/08/cleanse-scam-or-not-alert-kinoki-foot.html' title='Cleanse Scam (or Not) Alert: Kinoki Foot Pads'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKr-77mmZ4I/AAAAAAAAABw/OHqQTII8z3c/s72-c/kfp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-7499581669613226469</id><published>2008-08-19T11:11:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:51:20.882-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>Don't Call It a Comeback ! (I'm Gonna Knock You Out)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKro-Prgt0I/AAAAAAAAABo/BgDKSx97F5s/s1600-h/ll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKro-Prgt0I/AAAAAAAAABo/BgDKSx97F5s/s200/ll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236253672830187330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Remember the LL Cool J song "Mama Said Knock You Out?" I'm knockin' some stuff out, and it's great to be back here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Just when you thought I fell off the edge of the earth... here I am. I returned to the blog today after returning to the Yahoo group as a moderator earlier this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:verdana;" &gt;::&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deep Inhale&lt;/span&gt;:: The air sure is clear in the happy zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What a journey I've been on since November 2007. High highs. Low lows. And the net result is that I'm a happy camper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Should I recap for the newcomers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Married November 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Husband ran out November 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Divorce final July 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Husband remarried September 2004 (I knew he was seeing that woman!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Developed some bad... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay, worse&lt;/span&gt;... nutritional habits by October 2004 (can you say "comfort food?").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Considered reading "The Perfect Murder Manual" til November 2004 (hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Discovered the Master Cleanse in October 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Overcame the emotional trauma by 2005 through forgiveness, prayer, and growing a set of brass knockers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cleansed until November 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Met a wonderful man in November 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Developed more bad habits, mostly associated with enjoying life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Got engaged April 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Been smiling ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Started workout training August 6, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (feelin' GREAT, too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saw a friggin' calf muscle in my leg and detected a knee-cap on August 15, 2008 (wow, I have those?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Resurrected the blog on August 20, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:verdana;" &gt;So. There you have it. My road to cleansing and return to this blog in a nutshell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I expect to start my next cleanse after a family barbeque scheduled for August 30. Until then, I'll keep bringing health news, personal views, and stage cues... anything to help you and me live a cleansed life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Cleansing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Notice the updated pic in the sidebar and profile? That was before a date with my sweetheart - the one who makes me laugh, scream, cry, smile - but mostly love with a happy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-7499581669613226469?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/7499581669613226469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=7499581669613226469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/7499581669613226469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/7499581669613226469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-call-it-comeback-im-gonna-knock.html' title='Don&apos;t Call It a Comeback ! (I&apos;m Gonna Knock You Out)'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKro-Prgt0I/AAAAAAAAABo/BgDKSx97F5s/s72-c/ll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-6047104884464109255</id><published>2007-11-28T15:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:41:15.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Oh So Right. Ooooh So Wrong. The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here I am with one of those bittersweet reports of triumph pie with a side of defeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The first two weeks of my fitness journey started out feeling like a failure. Instead of  4 days of strength training, I was only getting two days at 15-20 minutes each. As I poked out my lip and mounted the scale at the end of week 2, I was shocked to see that I was down 7 pounds. And for those of you who need the New International Translation of my crazy ramblings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The Good News:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I was actually down 7 pounds, which equaled 3.5 pounds per week, with no changes to my diet and minimal sweating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The Bad News: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was actually down 7 pounds, which equaled 3.5 pounds per week, with no changes to my diet and minimal sweating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why is the same point good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; bad? I found this surprisingly frustrating, because I was totally outed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;If it only takes minimal work to establish a healthier weight - why haven't I reached a healthier weight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Several things come to mind, like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bad habits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The lazy after-a-long-day-work blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or worse, something deep down inside that doesn't really wanna get'er done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;If 15 minutes, two days per week can produce a good result, what could I achieve with 15 minutes of strength training per day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't think of a single good excuse why I don't dedicate 15 minutes of exercise to my daily routine - especially since I waste a good 2 hours watching my favorite TV shows. The excuses get real flimsy when I can even work 15 minutes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm watching a favorite TV show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm out of excuses - but not out of drive. Strangely enough, I'm discovering some truth behind all of this useless struggle over my weight while reading:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Radical Honesty: How to Transform Your Life by Telling the Truth (Brad Blanton, PhD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You can read about my fascination with Blanton's Radical Honesty movement:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://fackintruth.typepad.com/blog/2007/11/never-tell-a-li.html"&gt;Never Tell a Lie: A Social Experiment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://fackintruth.typepad.com/blog/2007/11/pass-the-stuffi.html"&gt;Pass the Stuffing... Because Your Thighs Indicate You Should Be Done With It&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until next time, I wish you the best of all health for your mind, body, and spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And as always: Happy Cleansing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-6047104884464109255?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/6047104884464109255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=6047104884464109255&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/6047104884464109255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/6047104884464109255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-so-right-ooooh-so-wrong-good-bad-and.html' title='Oh So Right. Ooooh So Wrong. The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-2540084604493654964</id><published>2007-10-24T13:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:40:45.242-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Here and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Three days ago, I started my fitness journey. Although the plan doesn't include a cleanse until November (hopefully with buddy, Mary Lee), I started with my trainer (aka sweetheart) on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr. Military himself doesn't subscribe to the bounce-your-boobie school of sweating off the pounds. Yeah, walks are fine, but his routine is all about strength training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the first two days, I'm feeling a little like an old lady. Who got hit by a car. Off a cliff. In the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Workout days are Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, Thursday. I can add a Friday or Saturday if I like. But right now I don't feel like adding anything except an ice pack and a burger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We sat together and wrote a 4-week goal before I started on Sunday. I took the following measurements as points to track my progress on a weekly basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Calves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Thighs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Hips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Waist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This coming Sunday will be my first weigh-in and checkup on body measurements. I'll post the results here by Monday night... or sooner if I'm having great results (of course). *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Cleansing, and even Happier Living !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-2540084604493654964?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/2540084604493654964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=2540084604493654964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/2540084604493654964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/2540084604493654964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/10/here-and-now.html' title='Here and Now'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-2020627969892210148</id><published>2007-10-03T11:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:55:10.106-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>Can't Start Now - The Typical Cleanse Killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some folks cleanse like crack addicts... scratching and twitching for the next cleanse "hit." Many times at the Yahoo group, the moderator team had to express concerns to men and women who fantasized about the cleanse "high" -- and wanted to know if "a week in between cleanses is enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because of that, I made sure to keep my cleansing in check... leaving at least three months in between and not trying to cleanse until I shrank and simply disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But right now, I'm feeling a little like the cleanse-addict. I haven't been on one in quite a while, and I'm starting to feel like I NEED it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sure that position is justified. I have been an absolute louse towards my body and my general health. Everybody and everything (take a number) has priority status. Boyfriend, children, new puppy, work schedule, and heck, even my favorite TV shows - complete with soft pillow, evening beverage and possibly a crappy snack. This just won't do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So my feet are back on the cleanse road, and the dang startup challenges are the same. Does any of this sound familiar?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. My son turns 15 and his party is this weekend. Can't start now. Hafta have cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Sweetheart has been wanting a date for a while now. We try for each weekend. Can't start now. Hafta be able to eat out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. The good ole' monthly cycle might be starting soon. Can't start now. There's nothing worse than cleansing during that time of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No matter how much of a veteran you are, you always run the risk of sounding like a confused newbie when it's time to cleanse again. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-2020627969892210148?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/2020627969892210148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=2020627969892210148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/2020627969892210148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/2020627969892210148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/10/cant-start-now-typical-cleanse-killer.html' title='Can&apos;t Start Now - The Typical Cleanse Killer'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-2598090213211491452</id><published>2007-08-20T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:10:59.337-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>When Stress Holds the Trump Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As you know, I am a huge supporter of the idea that cleansing the body is essentially a waste if the mind and spirit don't follow. And I notice that challenges in one area often upsets the balance in another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a list of "soul" irritants that have me fantasizing about the lemonade. In other words, I'm craving a body fix for things that are challenging my mind and spirit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Mom hates the boyfriend and would stab him if it was legal. Instead, I get stabbed with her tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. I haven't found a new church home since my old church ceased to exist around December 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. The rental unit is performing about as well as a rock in a 100-yard hurdle competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. I got a glowing annual review at work, but the raise indicated that I must spend my days sleeping on my desk while snoring loudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In other words, stress dealt some wicked trump cards on me in recent months. By this past Sunday, I was emotionally exhausted and wanted nothing more than a vacation - or at least a box of &lt;a href="http://www.takemeaway.com/"&gt;Calgon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will a cleanse of my body (Master Cleanse) help with this emotional exhaustion? By all accounts - including my own... a cleanse just may be in order. Besides the health benefits, a cleanse generates a dramatic change in the daily routine. That "change of pace" is enough to help inspire a new perspective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some take sabbaticals and come back with glowy hair and flawless skin. For those of us with a more-than-hectic life, our sabbatical may lie just inside a glass of cleansing lemonade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;More later as I brush the dust from these blogging fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-2598090213211491452?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/2598090213211491452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=2598090213211491452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/2598090213211491452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/2598090213211491452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-stress-holds-trump-card.html' title='When Stress Holds the Trump Card'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-3107959054051815196</id><published>2007-08-18T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T09:41:53.417-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind Body and Spirit'/><title type='text'>Dusty Blogger Returns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes on the job and a growing "To Do" list kept me away from this blog since May. So... I wanna say a warm "hello" and "thanks for waiting" to my regular readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Virgin cleansers often come trembling with fears about "missing food" and "cleanse symptoms like the bathroom trips." But by far, anybody who has ever cleansed understands that the biggest challenge is living a cleansed life after completing a cleanse regimen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For some people, living a cleansed life simply means keeping a clean colon by eating the right stuff. But for me, the goal encompasses mind, body, and spirit. And if I had to make an assessment of my "Wagon Status..." I would say that I'm off the wagon right now - like a cabbage head rolling of the back of the wagon after hitting a pothole. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Simple vs. Easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I agree with BluJewel's comment that eating properly is simple. But most who fight the battle with me will agree with this: It's simple, but it's not easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The battle is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, because the rules are not complicated. Shop more. Buy more "living foods" such as produce. Prepare more meals fresh. Stay away from funky additives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But the battle isn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;easy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because we've developed relationships with crappy food for reasons from convenience, to laziness, to emotional eating. Enough people lose the battle each day to prove how a simple idea can be strangely difficult to live by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I'm here... back at the blog... to renew my passion for writing about the MasterCleanse and for healthy living beyond the lemonade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stay in good health, and thanks for returning with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-3107959054051815196?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/3107959054051815196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=3107959054051815196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/3107959054051815196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/3107959054051815196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/08/dusty-blogger-returns.html' title='Dusty Blogger Returns'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-799807024063046477</id><published>2007-05-17T13:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:42:32.699-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>Fe.ar Fac.tor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's time for another cleanse, and I have the nervous jitters of a school girl. And it isn't even about the fasting, the lemonade, or the butt pee. It's about another attempt to pursue a healthy life that may fall into a bucket of &lt;a href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/04/knee-deep-in-bucket-of-hot-wings.html"&gt;Hot Wings&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the first one to admit that a cleanse is faaaaaaar from a magic bullet. But most people, including myself, enter a cleanse with high hopes of continuing a healthier lifestyle. Invariably, the water heater will die, the job will get stressful, or (women) have a period swoop in like a hurricane - - and suddenly Hershey's becomes your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the balance of health vs. weight loss... my attitude has changed greatly over the past 10 years. In my 20's, I was more concerned about a dress size than living a long healthy life. And in some cases, I considered sacrificing my health to be a size 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I want a long life with my parents, my sons, by sweetheart, and anybody else I was placed on this earth to love and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of that, I'll keep my high hopes for the long healthy life that can follow this next cleanse. Fear is not a Factor for me. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-799807024063046477?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/799807024063046477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=799807024063046477&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/799807024063046477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/799807024063046477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/05/fear-factor.html' title='Fe.ar Fac.tor'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-1025188409452282935</id><published>2007-05-01T14:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:55:30.432-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>I'm Almost Ready for the Lemon Spree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I finally said it out loud. It's finally going to happen. I'm ready for my next cleanse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But my eyes aren't on my butt. I'm not pinching the extra "love" on my waist. My eye is on the spiritual benefits of fasting. Sure, I won't complain if I come out looking like Moses, with a new glow around my face. But I'm most ready for the prayer and solitude that comes with fasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's amazing that anybody could feel spiritual with all that running to the bathroom. But I must admit, after all the good - the bad - and the ugly is calculated, a successful cleanse is like a breath of fresh air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;More later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-1025188409452282935?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/1025188409452282935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=1025188409452282935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/1025188409452282935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/1025188409452282935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-almost-ready-for-lemon-spree.html' title='I&apos;m Almost Ready for the Lemon Spree'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-5430326295770125933</id><published>2007-04-25T09:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:40:10.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Hiding Under a Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I haven't posted since April 3rd. I wonder if it's because I've been hiding under a rock, hoping I didn't have to admit that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Pasta and I recently became friends again and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Because of that, I'm still only maintaining the 10.5 pounds that I lost 2 months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With diabetes on both sides of my family, I really can't play around with refined carbohydrates and extra weight on my body. I am blessed to remain in good health, but the underlying concern is always, "How long?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I recently had a conversation about busy lives and convenience - eating out of boxes, bags, and food joints that value quantity over quality. I don't have a life that affords me hours of Martha Stewart time to prepare top notch meals. But then again, Do I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everybody finds time for the things they find important. And if I look at the time I have left at the end of the work day... I wonder if I simply find other things more important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I typically get home around 6pm (sometimes later)... leaving me a good 3.5 hours before the children must go to bed. I use 1/2 hour of that to detox from the day, and another 1/2 hour dealing with "after school" issues. And perhaps my problem is that I don't want to spend a huge portion of the remaining 2.5 hours in a kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am blessed to have a beau who loves to cook and does it well. Yesterday, he prepared a seared steak fried rice with salad. I almost locked my son in the closet when he simply asked, "Dang mom. Why didn't you ever cook like this?" What I do cook is good, but I don't know how to cook steak and forget a rice dish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So perhaps at the end of the day, living a life of good love and good health is about accepting the help that we're blessed to receive. Whether you have a great partner who shares the chores or a great friend who will be your buddy in the travel to good health - keep running the race until something clicks and you find the balance required to achieve the most important priorities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-5430326295770125933?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/5430326295770125933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=5430326295770125933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/5430326295770125933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/5430326295770125933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/04/hiding-under-rock.html' title='Hiding Under a Rock'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-3154044660864720076</id><published>2007-04-03T12:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:31:10.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>Knee Deep in a Bucket of Hot Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well dang. Where have I been? I would say "knee deep in a bucket of hot wings," but the truth is a little worse than that. At least hot wings aren't loaded with processed carbs - which have crept back in to my routine like ants to a picnic.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have returned to "snacking," although I snack less often than I used to. I also returned to having some soda and eating foods with "white" carbs in them. In spite of my overall habits having improved over the last 3 years, I'm in a health funk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for the cleanse I've been avoiding since the middle of March. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had a few good excuses going... like my birthday, my sweetheart's birthday, and oh yeah..... the full moon. But now I'm out of options, unless I have a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/RhKLX36sA4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gf5K5tYx84Y/s1600-h/hotfries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/RhKLX36sA4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gf5K5tYx84Y/s320/hotfries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049251374499103618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; rare disease that requires me to eat Easter Eggs every Easter Sunday or I'll implode.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real disease is a deadly allergy to bathing suits - especially bikinis - because if I don't get on the move, I won't be stepping a single foot into swim recreation this summer.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I want to do is make cleansing/fasting/weight loss about appearance. On a certain level, appearance should be a concern. Looking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;best (not somebody else's best) is a sign that you have a healthy love for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the most important level, I want to live a long healthy spiritual life that doesn't include a team of medical specialists and a medicine cabinet full of prescription drugs. And oh yeah, I also don't want my future to include a trip thru the roof because only a crane can get me out of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That may sound like an extraordinary exaggeration, but the unhealthy people and severely obese folks didn't just wake up with a mountain of health problems. They're the product of a series of actions (and lack of actions) that multiplied into a big mess. That means the war is fought daily. Today I fight once again as I purchase my lemons (after putting down an old favorite and recent weakness - Andy Capp's Hot Fries). ::sigh:: hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-3154044660864720076?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/3154044660864720076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=3154044660864720076&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/3154044660864720076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/3154044660864720076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/04/knee-deep-in-bucket-of-hot-wings.html' title='Knee Deep in a Bucket of Hot Wings'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/RhKLX36sA4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gf5K5tYx84Y/s72-c/hotfries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-1589150373499561475</id><published>2007-03-21T10:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:58:20.117-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>The Good News and the Bad News...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here I am at the halfway mark of the Weight Loss Challenge. It appears the other participants have dropped out one-by-one. But I'm still here with a goal to lose 40 pounds in 20 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At the halfway point, I'm still maintaining an 11-pound weight loss. I'm clearly short of the 20 pounds I should have shed by now. That's the bad news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The good news is... I maintained the weight. As strange as that sounds, maintaining a loss hasn't been a historical strong point for me. But over the last 6 - 7 weeks, I discovered the magic to holding a constant weight. And learning that is just as valuable to me now as losing a few extra pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I finally broke down and hired a personal trainer. Only he's free. And he's cute. And he knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://fackintruth.typepad.com/blog/2007/03/love_and_collar.html"&gt;how to cook vegetables&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My sweetie was going to go into personal training at one point, and he's always been the best candidate for the job. But I have avoided his help out of embarrassment. Although he doesn't have a single complaint about me, I'm not sure I want him to see me collapse after struggling through a workout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Honey, if you love me, just give me oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. And a pepperoni pizza."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At 44, he maintains like a 20-year old. And at 36, I'd probably need hospitalization after a set of push-ups. Like 2 push-ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But the sincerity of his heart wins the day and I finally requested his services. His loving reply to my request:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I want my family - me, you, and the boys -&lt;br /&gt;to be fit and live long lives. I love y'all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-1589150373499561475?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/1589150373499561475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=1589150373499561475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/1589150373499561475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/1589150373499561475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-news-and-bad-news-of-it-all.html' title='The Good News and the Bad News...'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-7154906006075502016</id><published>2007-03-01T13:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:56:55.958-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life expectancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CDC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NCHS'/><title type='text'>Life Expectancy and Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I ran into a friend whose mother recently died at the ripe old age of 62. Young. Too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After holding his hand and offering my love and support, we got into a conversation about life expectancy and health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;His mother had been sick for quite a while, and he was finding comfort that she finally escaped the suffering. As he pondered the idea, he was drawn into a thought about life expectancy. Without any statistics, he concluded this from his gut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"If you can live to the age of 55 and still be healthy, you can expect to live out your life expectancy feeling great. If you're sick and on pills by 35 and 45 years old, what do you have to look forward to?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Something about his statement rang true with me. The television is loaded with drug ads directed at patients. People in their 20s, 30s, and 40s are choosing drugs over healthier alternatives, and the rate seems alarming. So now I am terribly curious: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Is there truth to the need to stay healthy at younger and younger ages? Should we be more concerned about eating junk food and ruining our bodies before we're threatened by our approaching 40s?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I visited the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.cdc.gov/"&gt;CDC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention) and followed the stats to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.cdc.gov/nchs/"&gt;NCHS &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(National Center for Health Statistics). As it turns out, my friend wasn't far off regarding the importance of having good health earlier in life. The NCHS reports the following life expectancy stats (figures updated in 2004):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Life Expectancy at Birth&lt;/span&gt; (for all races):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Women&lt;/span&gt;: 80.4 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men&lt;/span&gt;: 75.2 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BUT, if you manage to live to the age of 65, expectancy changes as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life Expectancy at Age 65 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(for all races):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Women: 85.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Men: 82.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The trend continues upwards if you live another decade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Life Expectancy at Age 75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (for all races):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Women: 85.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Men: 87.8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In other words, the longer you live, the longer you are expected to live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sounds crazy, but making it to the next decade is the mark of a healthy person who can expect extended years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add my own spice, the sooner you can get and stay healthy, the better life you will have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Who wants to carry a health fight into old age? And why run the risk that your increased age will make the fight much harder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This reminds me of what a treasured mentor told me years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If I had known I was going to live this long, I would have taken care of myself."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The sentiment behind his comment was regret. I pray that you, my readers, will never have to live those words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's to living a cleansed and healthy life, so you can enjoy more vibrant years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;[You can download a PDF of the CDC statistics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cdc.gov/nchs/data/hus/hus06.pdf#027"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The link goes directly to the PDF and not another landing page...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-7154906006075502016?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/7154906006075502016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=7154906006075502016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/7154906006075502016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/7154906006075502016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-expectancy-and-health.html' title='Life Expectancy and Health'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-4863715821644815371</id><published>2007-02-21T15:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:31:10.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Weight Loss Challenge 2007 - PMS and Monster Scouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Girl Scouts struck again with Caramel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deLites&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I'm waiting for Fatties Anonymous to launch a battery of lawsuits against those sweet little monster scouts and their delicious boxed treats. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/Rdyt1h7QUUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tG97UdcePJI/s1600-h/deLite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/Rdyt1h7QUUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tG97UdcePJI/s400/deLite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034089618644947266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Actually, I fought PMS and bloating all week... a time when I crave chocolate and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a miracle that I only put on 1.5 pounds during the fight, and I am so happy to be back on track. That still puts my total weight loss at 10.5 pounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I did my Turbo Jam last night, and I'm ready to graduate from the Learn &amp;amp; Burn DVD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I must give props to my supportive beau, who cooked a wonderful meal yesterday,&lt;/span&gt; leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; enough of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt;-less version for me to have lunch at work. Poor preparation has been my worst enemy - especially leaving home without lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He started with Baby broccoli in a little butter and spices. He sauteed onions and added a few crumbles from my horseradish/cheddar burger mix. He continued by adding baked chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wingettes&lt;/span&gt;, and by now the kitchen smells like a gourmet restaurant. I took out my portion before he finished the one-pot dish with long-grain rice and vermicelli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was terribly annoyed that my 7-year old ate his entire bowl. No - TWO entire bowls. Veggies and all. My beau is such a show-off, and I love him for it. I wonder if I'll be ready to enjoy beaches in a swimsuit with him by the summer. He loves boats. He loves to fish. After 14 years in the Navy, he just loves water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon. I expect to report excellent progress over the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-4863715821644815371?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/4863715821644815371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=4863715821644815371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/4863715821644815371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/4863715821644815371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/02/weight-loss-challenge-2007-pms-and.html' title='Weight Loss Challenge 2007 - PMS and Monster Scouts'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/Rdyt1h7QUUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tG97UdcePJI/s72-c/deLite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-8812926676954021894</id><published>2007-02-13T10:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:59:00.032-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Weight Loss Challenge 2007 - UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/hbond.000/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I made it through the first 5 weeks of the challenge.&lt;/span&gt; My goal was to lose 2 pounds per week. I am slightly ahead, losing 12 pounds in the first 5 weeks - not to mention all the wonderful inches that make my clothes fit great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But lurking under that success was a measly 1 pound weight loss last week. It wasn't the pasta. It wasn't the bread. It wasn't even Hershey's chocolate. It was something much more sinister that could be knocking on your door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. It was &lt;a href="http://www.girlscouts.org/councilfinder/"&gt;Girl Scouts.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was determined not to get dragged into the wicked world of those cute boxes and delicious treats. I walked by dozens and dozens of boxes in front of the grocery store and other places. I returned the sweet tiny voice, "Would you like to buy some cookies?" with my own sweet, "Not today, but good luck to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was on top of the world. Until an evil co-worker put out a Girl Scout cookie display that looked like a bonanza. Oh the sweet little boxes, lined-up like soldiers. As I tried to walk by, a purple box of &lt;a href="http://www.girlscoutcookiesabc.com/atc/Caramel_deLites.asp"&gt;Caramel DeLites&lt;/a&gt; reached out. Seriously. The tab popped and grabbed my shirt. I tried to fight, but the box was too strong. I screamed for mercy and threw my $3.50 into the money envelope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I ate 9 cookies and slammed the lid. I went home and did &lt;a href="http://www.beachbody.com/jump.jsp?itemID=176&amp;amp;itemType=CATEGORY&amp;amp;path=1,2,21"&gt;Turbo Jam&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I couldn't trash the box. "I'll just save them for somebody. I hate to waste good cookies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But the next day, I polished the box and rushed back to Turbo Jam. That's the only reason I was able to manage a pound that week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These are the truths about attempting a major weight loss. There are mountain-top experiences, and then there are valleys paved with cookies. ::sigh:: Oh well. I'm still in great spirits and my weight continues to travel in the right direction. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-8812926676954021894?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/8812926676954021894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=8812926676954021894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/8812926676954021894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/8812926676954021894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/02/weight-loss-challenge-2007-update.html' title='Weight Loss Challenge 2007 - UPDATE'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-2890456533017075953</id><published>2007-02-06T13:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:00:06.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Poor Planning and Your Paunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am suddenly a believer in old advice I heard regarding health habits - that preparation can make the difference between losing 100 pounds or gaining 50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These weeks following my last cleanse have been quite an experience. I have more positive food habits than ever. I rarely eat &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;, and I don't load when I do. I drink water and incorporate more exercise. I feel great and had to note a player who helped this major change:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P R E P A R A T I O N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did you ever notice how you eat whatever is available? Walk into a conference room with donuts, and suddenly it's Donut Monday. Walk into a meeting with candy, and suddenly it's a Sweet Meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same is true at home. The contents of your cabinets become your "availability." Don't stock those cabinets with junk from floor to ceiling and complain that it is impossible to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I spent a few evenings preparing the proper food choices which made my days easier. Today, I came with &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt;-lite/&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt;-free selections like meatloaf and deviled eggs. My belly is full while managing to avoid the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Carb&lt;/span&gt; Party Box called the vending machines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I say all this to encourage you to put first things first. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The average person who complains of being "too busy" can still find time for a favorite television show or other random nighttime activities.&lt;/span&gt; Use part of that time to lovingly prepare foods that nourish instead of harm your body. I'm starting to enjoy the time I spend in the kitchen because I'm able to do other things at the same time... like catch &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/"&gt;American Idol&lt;/a&gt; and stir during the commercials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-2890456533017075953?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/2890456533017075953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=2890456533017075953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/2890456533017075953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/2890456533017075953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/02/poor-planning-and-your-paunch.html' title='Poor Planning and Your Paunch'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-848630931130939847</id><published>2007-01-17T14:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:52:39.844-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stanley Burroughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Master Cleanse 2007 Day 10: Skipping Over the Finish Line Like an Energetic Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This cleanse has been quite a ride. In spite of the deep craving I experienced when I served my sweetie a huge green salad, I didn't wanna stab anybody over a cheeseburger.  In fact, I found myself enjoying the act of preparing and serving food. I often sat at the table while others ate, keeping the evening routine with our game of "Hi-Lo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Once again, I only drank 3 glasses of lemonade and missed my P.M. senna tea. I won't get any awards this time for "Cleanse Perfection," but I feel GREAT and lost 11 pounds. That means in the first week of 20, I lost 11 pounds of my 40 pound goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After coming off the cleanse correctly (orange juice, veggie soup, etc), I fall into the church consecration (fruits, veggies, water, prayer) through January 28th. I feel a quiet confidence that I arrived at my season to change my health for the rest of my life. I'm not sickly by far, but I feel the extra pounds, and I know they hold a promise of challenges tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From this point forward, I'll post once or twice a week regarding my progress on the Weight Loss Challenge - from what I'm eating to my body measurements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-848630931130939847?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/848630931130939847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=848630931130939847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/848630931130939847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/848630931130939847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/01/master-cleanse-2007-day-10-skipping.html' title='Master Cleanse 2007 Day 10: Skipping Over the Finish Line Like an Energetic Child'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-715235282887885512</id><published>2007-01-15T07:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:52:47.270-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stanley Burroughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>Master Cleanse 2007 Days 8 - 9: Feeling Kinda Ooooh La La</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In spite of the fact that I still struggle to drink 6 glasses of lemonade per day, I'm feeling like a new woman. I only had 4 glasses on Day 8 and 3 glasses on Day 9. I am down exactly 10 pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I continue to miss my night-time senna tea (I did again on Day 9).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Like usual in the home stretch, my mind wanders to the life (and food) that waits for me after the cleanse. For many, this is the most anxious time because the desire is to continue living a "cleansed" life and to hopefully continue to lose weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Typically, people slowly return to crappy eating and pack on the pounds. I am particularly annoyed when they come back with claims that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The cleanse doesn't work because all the weight comes back when you start to eat again." And yes, if eating means Doritos at midnight, then I guess all of your weight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I ask that you consider the success stories that involve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;proper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eating after the cleanse. You will absolutely continue to lose weight and increase your health if you eat right after cleansing. And by golly, I expect to continue my blog posts and become an example of what can happen when you start with a cleanse, and end with proper nutrition and exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;More later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-715235282887885512?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/715235282887885512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=715235282887885512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/715235282887885512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/715235282887885512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/01/master-cleanse-2007-days-8-9-feeling.html' title='Master Cleanse 2007 Days 8 - 9: Feeling Kinda Ooooh La La'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-976235016554140802</id><published>2007-01-12T10:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:55:55.587-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stanley Burroughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>Master Cleanse 2007 Days 6-7: Hunger on a Serious Strike</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trying to drink the recommended minimum of 6 glass of lemonade per day remains a struggle. This is my 5th cleanse, and this is a first for me. By the end of the day, I'm chugging the last of 4 glasses. The lemonade is designed to provide nutrition and strength - and to also fight hunger. My hunger must be on a serious strike - or vacationing in the Bahamas. I have plenty of energy, I feel great, and there's not a hunger pang in sight. Yet I couldn't drink another glass at the end of the day if I wanted to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is the ease of this cleanse all about being a 5-time veteran? Is it all about having a new and supportive sweetheart? Did I mention he's the most supportive man on the planet? How about the universe... lest a distant alien try to top him? Or is the ease about a made-up mind to change my life, lose the extra baggage, and transform my health forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whatever it's about, I'm feeling blessed beyond measure right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-976235016554140802?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/976235016554140802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=976235016554140802&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/976235016554140802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/976235016554140802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/01/master-cleanse-2007-days-6-7-hunger-on.html' title='Master Cleanse 2007 Days 6-7: Hunger on a Serious Strike'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-6399769117359566695</id><published>2007-01-10T15:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:52:58.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stanley Burroughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>Master Cleanse 2007 Day 5: Conquering the Bowling Alley</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 5 was a particularly long day at work. Organizational issues and unrest left me a little weary as the day came to a close. I called Vic (missed the goal again), and we took the boys to the bowling alley. They bowled a truck load of games while Vic and I played pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you remember from my old posts, the &lt;a href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-1-ive-got-issues.html"&gt;bowling alley&lt;/a&gt; is a huge hangout for my family... and our alley has one of the best kitchens in the area. That's were I find myself eating all the wrong stuff - especially pork roll and cheddar cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Darius munched on a chicken cheesesteak. Robbie munched on pizza. And Vic came back with the mother of all umm-umm-good with a patty melt. But guess what? I wasn't moved. I really am conquering the comforts of food one day at a time. Having a love in my life helps, but I also have a more focused vision for a larger goal. I really want to lose these pounds, live a healthy life, and bless my family with many years of my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cleanse points from today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I drank 5 glasses of lemonade. I only had the 5th because I crashed sometime in the evening and needed the energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I didn't drink enough water, which is a no-no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I skipped my senna tea before bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I continue to cut my maple syrup by almost half, because anything else is just too sweet. BUT, if I'm gonna keep with the low consumption, I may need the full syrup for the calories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Weight loss has stalled at 4 pounds, which doesn't bother me one bit. I understand how fluctuations occur during the cleanse, and I'm more concerned about the diet and exercise that will come &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after &lt;/span&gt;the cleanse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cleanse Advice Point #238:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never try to "fast" from a new love. It's like insanity on a stick, dipped in nuts and wrapped in crazy. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-6399769117359566695?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/6399769117359566695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=6399769117359566695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/6399769117359566695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/6399769117359566695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/01/master-cleanse-2007-day-5-conquering.html' title='Master Cleanse 2007 Day 5: Conquering the Bowling Alley'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-1741949756492953396</id><published>2007-01-09T10:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:53:06.346-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stanley Burroughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanse symptoms'/><title type='text'>Master Cleanse 2007 Day 4: For Once, Food Isn't the Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Abstaining from food hasn't been a second thought this cleanse. Seriously. No food fantasies. No wishing I was sitting in front of a 3 course meal. Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My "wanna quit syndrome" is from a whole other source:  Irritating Eliminations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In spite of practically owning stock in Preparation H and Butt Paste, I'm irritated by whatever toxins are in my eliminations. It happened so early in the cleanse this time, I started wondering how I was gonna make 10 days. I seem to be on an okay schedule (except I keep forgetting to bring my "necessities" to work).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Early this morning (the morning of Day 4), the scale indicated that I'm down 6 pounds.&lt;/span&gt; If I keep this rate, and stick to my post-cleanse plans, this will be a wonderful head-start on my 20-week goal (40 pounds) for Weight Loss Challenge 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I learned something else about the cramping associated with the Senna tea. I already knew that cramping could be reduced/eliminated by taking the tea bag from the water sooner. BUT, last night, I also learned not to gulp the tea. In a rush to go to bed, I finished the tea in a few sips. By 1:30am... I was sitting in the bathroom with terrible cramps and having visions of sipping the tea next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I may actually do a SWF (salt water flush) this Saturday and Sunday. 90% of the time, I accept Burroughs modification to skip the SWF and have Senna tea instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Things on my job are really in turmoil (regarding the government organization that I support). One of our top performers (in terms of security knowledge) announced her departure yesterday. She'll be moving to another organization outside of our building. This announcement was difficult for me in a couple of ways. (1) She's also a personal friend, and having her here has been such a pleasure. (2) Her departure creates a crack in the foundation, making future contract support a little sketchy for the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have needed to update my resume and explore a career change for a loooooooong time now. This upheaval is quite timely, but I'm feeling tentative nonetheless. I needed the kick in the pants, but I feel the low simmer of panic in my belly. I'm happy to be cleansing for spiritual and physical reasons as I face whatever is next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-1741949756492953396?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/1741949756492953396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=1741949756492953396&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/1741949756492953396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/1741949756492953396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/01/master-cleanse-2007-day-4-for-once-food.html' title='Master Cleanse 2007 Day 4: For Once, Food Isn&apos;t the Problem'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-3640579955097286299</id><published>2007-01-08T14:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:53:28.412-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stanley Burroughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>Master Cleanse 2007 Days 2 - 3: Missed Goals and Lost Weight</title><content type='html'>Well well well. I have never weighed myself during a cleanse. But now, with my handy dandy accurate digital scale that cost too much, I can report on how the cleanse affects weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weighed myself somewhere near the end of Day 1. By the end of Day 3, I was down 5 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a terribly difficult time drinking the recommended minimum of lemonade. So far, my consumption has been like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: 4 glasses&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: 6 glasses&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: 4 glasses&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: (struggling to get thru the first one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shockingly not hungry. Not even enough to keep up on the lemonade. But ladies and gentlemen, heed this: Your lemonade is for strength and nutrition. Do your best to at least drink 6 glasses per day. I have been supplementing with some water, but not as much as usual. Go figure. It's so true. Every cleanse is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my shock, horror, and sweet surprise, Vic called by early evening on Day 1. He wasn't prepared for what it takes to break all communication for fasting. I'm typing this on Day 4 - and let me just admit - we've been in contact for the first 3 days. No, not just the phone... but also all of Sunday for the kids' bowling tournament, dinner, etc. The new daggone goal is to make it through the next 7 days, giving us a week of fasting from each other. Lord that man makes me sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clothes are fitting great and I feel like 1 million bucks. The Preparation H is in full swing... as I am already completely irritated in the nether regions. My face developed a below-surface pimple that feels more like a bean caught under my skin. I love how facial eruptions during the cleanse are followed by the most wonderful skin you've probably ever seen on your own face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soaked in Epsom salts yesterday. The reason for doing this totally escapes me right now, but it felt good. Like butter. ummm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-3640579955097286299?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/3640579955097286299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=3640579955097286299&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/3640579955097286299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/3640579955097286299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/01/master-cleanse-2007-days-2-3-missed.html' title='Master Cleanse 2007 Days 2 - 3: Missed Goals and Lost Weight'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-7700743965801594675</id><published>2007-01-05T10:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:53:35.132-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stanley Burroughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>Master Cleanse 2007 Day 1: Grumpy For Totally Different Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you've been to this blog lately, you know I start my Weight Loss Challenge 2007 today. My goal is to lose 40 pounds by May 25th, plus an additional 20 or so later in the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm kicking-off the weight loss challenge (sponsored by me and the other moderators at the Yahoo group "mastercleanse") with a 10-day master cleanse. You would think my 5th cleanse would be a breeze, but alas, I'm fasting also from something new in my life... my man. When fasting for spiritual reasons, the goal is to kill "fleshly" desires so focus can remain on prayer and hearing from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Grumpiness is a normal part of fasting. It is one of the most common symptoms reported by the members of our group. But today, on Day 1, I am experiencing a whole new "grump."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why?? Because a romantic relationship interferes with fasting, so I had to put Vic in a box until the fast is over. Because he's the sweetheart he is, he agreed to keep from contact and spend his time giving up bad habits and praying for us. In spite of the sincerity of the gesture, I miss the one whose voice has become daily music in my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Stay tuned for daily updates about the cleanse/fast and Weight Loss Challenge. True to my form, you'll get the candid truth about how my days are going, plus tips and tricks to help you cleanse with success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-7700743965801594675?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/7700743965801594675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=7700743965801594675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/7700743965801594675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/7700743965801594675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/01/master-cleanse-2007-day-1-grumpy-for.html' title='Master Cleanse 2007 Day 1: Grumpy For Totally Different Reasons'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-5565635167606996893</id><published>2007-01-04T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T14:23:30.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's On Like Redenbacher Popcorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Weight Loss Challenge 2007 Begins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you have a serious plan for weight loss in 2007 and you're not opposed to fasting/cleansing as a kick start, then you should really make a run over to the Yahoo group: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://health.groups.yahoo.com/group/mastercleanse/"&gt;mastercleanse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Challenge participants are signing-up and their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://health.groups.yahoo.com/group/mastercleanse/files/WLC%202007%20Entry%20Forms/"&gt;entry forms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; are available &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://health.groups.yahoo.com/group/mastercleanse/files/WLC%202007%20Entry%20Forms/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; in PDF form. Each file name shows the Age/Sex/Location of the participants so you can buddy-up with people of similar age or circumstance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My weight loss goal for the 20-week challenge is 40 pounds. My actual goal is for a total of 60 to 80, and I'll address the balance after the 20-weeks are over on May 25th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My weight loss challenge is structured as follows (with some overlap):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Fri Jan 5 thru Sun Jan 14: &lt;/span&gt;I will begin with a 10 day Master Cleanse, according to Stanley Burroughs' book, "The Master Cleanser."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Goals:&lt;/span&gt; Reset bad habits, rejuvenate relationship with God thru daily prayer and reading, abstain from contact with new beau to seek clarity regarding the relationship, prayerfully decide which ministries to give my time in church.&lt;br /&gt;Secondary Goal: To not murder the first person who offers me a bagel (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mon Jan 8 thru Sun Jan 28:&lt;/span&gt; I will continue with the 21-day consecration with Grace Family Church (consisting of daily prayer along with a diet of fruits, veggies, and water). Daily prayer will focus on specific topics, which I am happy to post here by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Goals&lt;/span&gt;: Complete 21 days of focused prayer, draft my complete personal plan for 2007, refresh power, confidence, peace &amp; joy, achieve daily success with Weight Loss Challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Fri Jan 5 thru Fri May 25&lt;/span&gt;: Weight Loss Challenge 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Goals&lt;/span&gt;: Increase strength &amp;amp; endurance and lose 40 pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My reward for success at the end of the Challenge is a new hairstyle, an expensive outfit, and an out-of-town date with my ultra-supportive beau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's on like popcorn - so let's get it poppin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-5565635167606996893?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/5565635167606996893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=5565635167606996893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/5565635167606996893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/5565635167606996893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-on-like-redenbacher-popcorn.html' title='It&apos;s On Like Redenbacher Popcorn'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-2551684344033661027</id><published>2006-12-29T08:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:39:14.124-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stanley Burroughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yahoo Support Group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>Weight Loss Challenge 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Right now, the moderators (including me) at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://health.groups.yahoo.com/group/mastercleanse/"&gt;mastercleanse Yahoo group&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; are working on plans for a 2007 weight loss challenge. The challenge will begin with a January cleanse (minimum 10 days), and continue with healthy eating and exercise (methods of your choice). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is an excerpt from the early plans (nothing decided for sure):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;========&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our first annual weight loss challenge (20 weeks) will begin on Friday January 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and continue through Friday May 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The challenge will feature:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Published entry forms for those who want to “compete” for prizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Weekly journals for all Challenge participants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Published 20-week journals of the top 3 participants plus participating group moderators.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A top prize and runner-up prize, judged by List Owner Mary, and Moderators Anna, Hawa, and Thia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The most awesome weight loss and cleansing peer support available on the internet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="BulletedList"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In spite of several concerns that a few of our members are using Stanley Burroughs Master Cleanse as a quick way to lose weight, we are hosting our first annual Weight Loss Challenge. This year’s challenge is named: Lemonhead Losers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In his book, Stanley Burroughs declared his own cleanse as an optimal way to lose weight (fat, toxins, and water). If that isn’t convincing enough, also consider the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Overweight/obesity is a known contributor to life threatening illness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The American Heart Association maintains a list of known cardiovascular problems that are specifically caused or greatly magnified by carrying extra weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The quick weight loss associated with the cleanse is no different than fast weight loss on shows like The Biggest Loser and no different than the quick weight lost after bariatric surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p class="BulletedList" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter how you slice it, losing the extra weight is a necessary part of any plan for overall health and fitness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you fall into the category of folks with a weight loss goal, we invite you to join our Challenge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why Now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We have an unbelievably supportive group of members. Time and time again, our members help each other through difficult cleanse times. Why not offer such quality support for weight loss? Sometimes friendship, support, understanding, and even a little competitiveness can make the difference between reaching the goal and quitting too soon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;===========&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whether or not the Weight Loss Challenge happens, I have a plan to lose 40 pounds in the new year. I'll share that journey at this blog - duplicating my journal entries from the Yahoo group if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment if your New Year involves losing weight. Make your way over the the Yahoo group and get some of the best support available on the internet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-2551684344033661027?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/2551684344033661027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=2551684344033661027&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/2551684344033661027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/2551684344033661027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/12/weight-loss-challenge-2007.html' title='Weight Loss Challenge 2007'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-8887158249289476138</id><published>2006-12-13T09:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:43:15.647-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stanley Burroughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>An Approving Nod to Another Cleanse Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good or bad, nothing compares to the first time. All firsts are memorable, from first loves, to first lovers, to a child's first steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cleansing is quite the same experience, and there's nothing like reading the raw and exploratory expressions of a new cleanse journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The woman I know as Straight Dyva posted her first cleanse experience as &lt;a href="http://1determination.blogspot.com/2006/12/isnt-that-awesome-quote.html"&gt;1Determination&lt;/a&gt;. She aptly named &lt;a href="http://1determination.blogspot.com/"&gt;her &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://1determination.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be the Change You Wish to See in the World&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title comes from a Ghandi quote - encouraging us to make a better world by controlling the only thing we can... Ourselves. I appreciate Dyva's push to live a life of faith and her willingness to share the "heart" of cleansing - beyond the lemons and maple syrup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Visit 1Determination's blog at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://1determination.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://1Determination.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You can also view and download the PDF of my first cleanse journey at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.fruitoffaith.com/cleanse/FirstCleanse.pdf"&gt;http://www.fruitoffaith.com/cleanse/FirstCleanse.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-8887158249289476138?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/8887158249289476138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=8887158249289476138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/8887158249289476138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/8887158249289476138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/12/approving-nod-to-another-cleanse-blog.html' title='An Approving Nod to Another Cleanse Blog'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-6973265903163804830</id><published>2006-11-27T18:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:59:20.473-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google Analytics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A Warm Hello to My International Visitors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While 75% of my recent visitors (approximately the past 3 weeks) live in the United States (including Alaska and Hawaii), the remaining 25% live outside the states.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please accept this warm welcome to my visitors from:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;United Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brazil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have traveled to Canada, the United Kingdom, and Italy. I have also traveled to France, Germany, Amsterdam, Spain, and Switzerland. My most fond food memories come from Italy and Spain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Both years that I traveled Europe, I came home thinner. I find that the availability of healthier food choices in other countries (from ingredients to prevailing attitudes about food) is often the subject of books I read about health. In fact, the growing weight and general health problem in the United States is highly attributed to SAD, or the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tandard &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;merican &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;iet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I most enjoyed the book, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.amazon.com/French-Women-Dont-Get-Fat/dp/1400042127/sr=8-1/qid=1164665227/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/102-9504803-4236949?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;French Women Don't Get Fat: The Secret of Eating for Pleasure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" by Mireille Guiliano. I recommend this book to anybody as a wonderful commentary on weight issues that reach far beyond superficial motives and quick fixes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see all of you again soon!&lt;br /&gt;Hawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/analytics/"&gt;Google Analytics&lt;/a&gt; for the cool maps and site visitor statistics that allow me to "see" my International friends. If you have a blog, you need to sign up for this free service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-6973265903163804830?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/6973265903163804830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=6973265903163804830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/6973265903163804830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/6973265903163804830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/11/warm-hello-to-my-international-visitors.html' title='A Warm Hello to My International Visitors!'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-4602138589224455043</id><published>2006-11-20T14:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:53:55.897-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking the cleanse'/><title type='text'>Common Question: How Do I Keep the Weight Off After a Cleanse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I am surprised at how many times we get this question at the &lt;a href="http://health.groups.yahoo.com/group/mastercleanse/"&gt;Yahoo group&lt;/a&gt;. Many members are frightened by internet urban legend that laments, "once you come off the cleanse, you pack on huge amounts of weight the moment you eat a morsel of food." These claims are often made by people who either didn't actually do the cleanse, or did the cleanse and went back to crappy eating afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the consistent evidence that weight is lost when you burn more calories than you consume - people still ask about what it takes to keep weight off. By confusing the basic answer, companies pocket kajillions of dollars while consumers bounce from solution-to-solution - believing that the answer lies in a remedy that can be purchased off the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my official answer to the common question about managing weight after a cleanse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Break the cleanse properly.&lt;/span&gt; Don't miss a single step in the process as described in the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Make a slow return to eating. &lt;/span&gt;Don't have a bacon cheeseburger right after you complete the "breaking" process. Remember, your metabolism slowed during the cleanse and requires some time to increase to normal levels. Naturally, if you pack in the calories now, you can't metabolize it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Reduce portions&lt;/span&gt;. Today's inhuman portion sizes produced lots of spare tires. Don't judge the proper portion by the tub of pasta served by your favorite Italian food restaurant. I had a small-dang-boat of pasta (Rigatoni Martino) at &lt;a href="http://www.carrabbas.com/"&gt;Carrabba's&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. I jumped in head-first and almost got lost in the bowl. It may have been delicious, but normal serving sizes say that my tub held enough food for probably 3 servings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Exercise&lt;/span&gt;. Physical exercise helps the body burn calories. If you're gonna burn more than you eat, you must be physically active. Don't buy into the notion that you must have the latest exercise video to do this. Do what you enjoy. Garden. Walk. Ride your bike. There's no magic. Just get moving. If you choose to just control food without exercise, prepare yourself for tiny tiny portions. In my opinion, such a lack of balance isn't healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;When health is just as important as weight loss, improve the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;quality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;of your food&lt;/span&gt;. Some people just care about weight. While that may work for them, I'm also interested in long-term health results. In that case, choose whole complex carbs over simple and processed carbs (e.g. white bread, white pasta, etc.) Include lots of "living" foods. It's the living enzymes in food (such as uncooked vegetables) that aid our digestion. Don't fill your days with dead, overcooked, over processed food with no nutritional value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Keep life interesting.&lt;/span&gt; Many "diets" require you to omit certain foods for life. That's a great way to lose interest in food and go back to gorging on your favorites. Make sure your eating includes small portions of things you love and some exploratory foods, like the purple whattsit-veggie that you've never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;TRUST YOUR BODY'S CUES&lt;/span&gt;. You are your own best advocate. You know how certains foods and habits make you feel. Instead of hoping that somebody else's prescription will work for you, learn to manage your own health. You know when you're getting full. Push away from the table. You know which foods make you tired. Don't eat them and cause yourself to skip exercise. See my post on "Doctor Yourself" about your responsibility to learn about your personal health and stop letting propaganda rule your decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-4602138589224455043?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/4602138589224455043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=4602138589224455043&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/4602138589224455043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/4602138589224455043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/11/common-question-how-do-i-keep-weight_20.html' title='Common Question: How Do I Keep the Weight Off After a Cleanse?'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-116232240524700339</id><published>2006-10-31T15:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:59:30.745-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew Saul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Yourself'/><title type='text'>Doctor Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quotes like this can really captivate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;blockquote  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"One-third of what you eat keeps you alive.&lt;br /&gt;The other two-thirds keep your doctor alive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How about this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Natural healing is not about avoiding doctors. It's about not needing to go to doctors. A dentist is not upset if you're cavity free. A doctor should not be upset if you're healthy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Both quotes are attributed to &lt;a href="http://www.doctoryourself.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Andrew Saul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, who has taken on the war for good health. I came across Dr. Saul in my decision process to fire my doctor and hire a naturopath for my health needs. I know a woman who essentially nursed herself back from health (hadn't walked for almost 2 years) by cleansing and seeing a naturopath. The typical doctor goes blue in the face when you introduce the idea of going without food for 10 days. The same doctors respond with wide-eyed amazement after the cleanse produces outstanding health benefits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This week, I will order Dr. Saul's book, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.amazon.com/o/ASIN/1591200334/ref=s9_asin_title_1/002-4653417-4784060"&gt;Doctor Yourself&lt;/a&gt;, which focuses on our responsibility to care for our health. The author of one book review offers the following compelling comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doctor Yourself is titled and based on a simple premise: every person is responsible for their own health care. When a person abdicates that responsibility, they often place themselves in the hands of the "disease care" industry, a monolithic and profit-driven enterprise where getting well isn't the bottom line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After reading the book, I'll provide commentary here at the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rock on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-116232240524700339?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/116232240524700339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=116232240524700339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/116232240524700339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/116232240524700339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/10/doctor-yourself.html' title='Doctor Yourself'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-116014290453350107</id><published>2006-10-06T09:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:54:15.794-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>Day 6: Prayer and Fasting - The Dynamic Duo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunday, August 6th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prayer and fasting are the dynamic duo.&lt;/span&gt; Many who cleanse for spiritual reasons share a common experience when it comes to cleansing and spending some prayerful alone time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well I discovered something this morning: We can be led to fast even when it comes to the prayers that we pray for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After arriving at church this A.M., and sometime before service started, the Pastor and his wife shared wonderful news with me. Their lives were touched in an area that I have been praying for. I realized that this cleanse/fast wasn't for me at all... but an opportunity to get the Dynamic Duo working on an old prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's human nature to pray for ourselves, cleanse for ourselves, and hope for personal blessings. Yet praying for the lives of others is a much higher calling. The last time your grocery cashier looked blue, did you speak a kind word and say a small prayer for her as you left the store? That tiny gesture could change the course of her day and therefore every day after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know I'm off on a tangent, and somebody should really hook me with a large cane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I said all that to say: My work is done here. I'm very satisfied with my cleanse results, almost more so to see that the result was for somebody else. Tomorrow is &lt;a href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-after-attack-of-oranges.html"&gt;Attack of the Oranges&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cleansing Rocks. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note to my readers: In weeks to come, I will be expanding the scope of this blog to include more posts about my life after cleansing and general health information, and other specific research about the Master Cleanse. In spite of successes with the Master Cleanse, my goal is to live a "cleansed life," which to me is defined by healthier living on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technorati Tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/cleanse" rel="tag"&gt;cleanse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Master+Cleanse" rel="tag"&gt;Master Cleanse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/prayer" rel="tag"&gt;prayer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fasting" rel="tag"&gt;fasting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-116014290453350107?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/116014290453350107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=116014290453350107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/116014290453350107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/116014290453350107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-6-prayer-and-fasting-dynamic-duo.html' title='Day 6: Prayer and Fasting - The Dynamic Duo'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-115512840311998217</id><published>2006-08-09T08:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:44:27.788-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>Days 4 and 5: Bathroom Antics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friday, August 4th - Saturday, August 5th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cleansers never know when their body will drag itself to the bathroom for a Porcelain Throne episode of energetic elimination. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you're thinking about the master cleanse, you have to accept the major unknown of bathroom frequency and urgency.&lt;/span&gt; I have a job that can accomodate this unknown. Some of you don't, like toll booth workers and traffic cops. While you're on another unexpected trip to the bathroom, cars are speeding through tolls and cars are piling on top of each other. You may want to consider a veggie cleanse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Saturday, I had an unwanted meeting with a public restroom. Just when I thought it was safe to make a grocery run with the boys, the Senna tea flipped the script. I flew from the front door to the back aisle in record time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank God the bathroom was clean, because the don't-touch-the-seat-squat doesn't work while cleansing.&lt;/span&gt; As I sat there, surveying the bathroom, wondering if there was enough toilet paper to get me through, I could hear the boys standing outside the door. By now, they probably appeared to be abandoned by some lunatic mom who lost it in the produce aisle and fled to Mexico. By the time my visit was over, I was glad nobody was waiting to use the bathroom. I fled the scene by scampering to the deli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In spite of my toxic entry into the cleanse (i.e. drinking coffee almost everyday), I am not experiencing the terrible headaches that can bring down even the strongest cleanser. Eliminations are going well and I'm enjoying a good night's sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I did get a little snarky with the boys - which is another common cleanse symptom that can't be escaped. I am still having a surprisingly difficult time around solid food. It's difficult to imagine I can still be thinking of food while feeling this great without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In spite of Stanley Burrough's recommendation to drink at least 6 glasses of lemonade per day, I'm drinking approximately 4. I'm simply not hungry after 4, and I'd have to force the last 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanley Burroughs lived decades ago, and he's no longer with us. But if you want to learn more about the cleanse, Peter Glickman runs a &lt;a href="http://therawfoodsite.com/"&gt;site &lt;/a&gt;with excellent information. Peter is a long-time cleanser and shares information about cleanse symptoms, common mistakes, and other useful tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technorati Tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/cleanse" rel="tag"&gt;cleanse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Master+Cleanse" rel="tag"&gt;Master Cleanse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Peter+Glickman" rel="tag"&gt;Peter Glickman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Stanley+Burroughs" rel="tag"&gt;Stanley Burroughs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/lemonade+diet" rel="tag"&gt;lemonade diet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-115512840311998217?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/115512840311998217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=115512840311998217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/115512840311998217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/115512840311998217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/08/days-4-and-5-bathroom-antics.html' title='Days 4 and 5: Bathroom Antics'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-115506698679574481</id><published>2006-08-08T15:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:44:38.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal care'/><title type='text'>Cleansing Butts Prefer Butt Paste</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I realize that I'm behind on my blog posts, but I just HAD to cover this butt material first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Many of you know about the potential for hemmorhoids, and my &lt;a href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/01/cleanse-2-day-6-pass-preparation-h.html"&gt;personal battle&lt;/a&gt; with them while cleansing. I went the Preparation H route, but members of the Yahoo group came with some knockout information...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The irritations of cleansing are better served by &lt;a href="http://www.buttpaste.com/"&gt;Bourdreaux's Butt Paste&lt;/a&gt; - basically a diaper rash treatment also used by "irritated" adults. Go figure. One member of the board has used both treatments (Prep H and Butt Paste), and couldn't believe the superior performance of Butt Paste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now with a name like Butt Paste, you have to be good. No need having such a stand-out name and delivering booty results. (Yes. The pun was intended. My humor writer is on vacation, so just move on).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brought to you by the committee to assist cleansers everywhere, no matter how sensitive the subject matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Technorati Tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Butt+Paste" rel="tag"&gt;Butt Paste&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/hemmorhoids" rel="tag"&gt;hemmorhoids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/hemorrhoids" rel="tag"&gt;hemorrhoids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/cleanse" rel="tag"&gt;cleanse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Master+Cleanse" rel="tag"&gt;Master Cleanse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-115506698679574481?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/115506698679574481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=115506698679574481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/115506698679574481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/115506698679574481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/08/cleansing-butts-prefer-butt-paste.html' title='Cleansing Butts Prefer Butt Paste'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-115469722420717679</id><published>2006-08-03T21:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:45:23.200-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salt water flush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanse symptoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 3'/><title type='text'>Day 3: Premature Food Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thursday, August 3, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had the rare pleasure of reading a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.chrismewhort.com/cleanse/"&gt;cleanse blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; that was maintained by a man. The blog was well written, and judging from the comments, he had a group of friends watching him closely and waiting for him to quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;According to the male author of the blog, while researching the cleanse, he came across the "interesting and corny" idea of food dreams. On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.chrismewhort.com/cleanse/2006/06/18/day-6-food-dreams/"&gt;day 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; of his cleanse, he finally had a food dream and discovered the truth behind how real - and stressful - they can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well here I am on Day 3 of the cleanse, and I started the day with a food dream. It was amazing. The colors were vivid, the situation was realistic (a cookout/picnic), and I could also taste and feel the food. This particular food dream was quite advanced, because I actually became upset about breaking the cleanse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;in the dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Usually, a food dream results in fear after waking that the cleanse was broken. I didn't even wake before that fear hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I actually prepared a salt water flush (SWF) this morning - making 16 ounces instead of 32 ounces. I have never gotten down and entire SWF, so I decided not to waste good Celtic salt. I almost finished the entire 16 ounces, and that darned flush worked for at least 2 hours. Needless to say, I had the day off from work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The day was quite enjoyable, and cleanse symptoms were almost none. I had a slight hint of a headache, and the twitching under the right eye continued. Other than that, I'm having an eerily smooth time on this cleanse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I only had 5 glasses of lemonade today and lots of water. I forced the last glass down, because I don't want to miss the suggested 6-glass minimum by much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My sleep has been fabulous, and I'll write more about that tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rock on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technorati Tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/cleanse" rel="tag"&gt;cleanse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Master+Cleanse" rel="tag"&gt;Master Cleanse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/food+dream" rel="tag"&gt;Food Dream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Salt+Water+Flush" rel="tag"&gt;Salt Water Flush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-115469722420717679?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/115469722420717679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=115469722420717679&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/115469722420717679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/115469722420717679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-3-premature-food-dreams.html' title='Day 3: Premature Food Dreams'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-115454485842397669</id><published>2006-08-02T14:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:45:53.127-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanse symptoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleansing emotions'/><title type='text'>Day 2: I Wonder What Would Happen If I Quit Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Wednesday, August 2, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I already asked myself that question. Along with one of my fellow moderators at the Yahoo group, my heart is barely in this cleanse. My mind is squarely there, because I know how much I need to cleanse right now. But my heart keeps betraying what I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I actually had blood in my elimination earlier this morning, but it hasn't appeared again since that time. And now, I'm feeling general "ick" and I want to go to bed. I feel like I just ate a plate of raw pizza dough - and it's just sitting in the bottom of my stomach. (Did somebody say Pizza??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But in some strange dusty back corner of my mind, I'm pleased that I'm having a hard time. That means I'm right where I need to be - cleansing myself. Think about it... cleansing brings things from the inside-out. So if I'm already feeling ick on Day 2, then I had some ick that needed to go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude Adjustment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my words for the day. As I read back over this post, it's like reading some dark tragedy. You would think a black cloud was floating over my head, and the cloud suddenly burst into rain. Hmmm. Dark. Snarky. Aaaaaaaaand melodramatic. I'll have to add these things to the list of cleanse symptoms.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's hoping I have a sunny, witty post for you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technorati Tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/cleanse" rel="tag"&gt;cleanse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Master+Cleanse" rel="tag"&gt;Master Cleanse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-115454485842397669?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/115454485842397669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=115454485842397669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/115454485842397669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/115454485842397669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-2-i-wonder-what-would-happen-if-i.html' title='Day 2: I Wonder What Would Happen If I Quit Now?'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-115452964981443766</id><published>2006-08-02T10:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:46:10.879-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>Day 1: All's Well that Ends Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wednesday, August 2, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday was Day 1, and all ended well. I was slightly amused about the twitch that developed under my right eye - especially since I didn't feel an ounce of stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until now, I actually enjoyed cooking for the family and watching cooking shows while cleansing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In a surprise turn of events, yesterday I disliked the act of preparing the boys' dinner and was annoyed by TV commercials featuring food.&lt;/span&gt; I don't now what gives, but I hope the condition is temporary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cleanse Stats for Day 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemonade: ~64 ounces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pure Water: ~34 ounces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AM: No Senna or SWF, PM: Senna Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trips to the Bathroom: Lost count hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Number of Food Thoughts: What food thoughts? Are you talking about that bacon cheeseburger that was dancing in my head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Number of Days Left: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Free Advice for Newbies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're cleansing, there is no such thing as gas. Flatulence isn't your friend. If you feel the need to toot, realize that it's a conspiracy. Don't find a quiet corner and give in to the feeling. Go to the bathroom. You'll be surprised that the feeling wasn't air at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Technorati Tags:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://technorati.com/tag/cleanse" rel="tag"&gt;cleanse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://technorati.com/tag/Master+Cleanse" rel="tag"&gt;Master Cleanse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://technorati.com/tag/lemonade" rel="tag"&gt;lemonade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-115452964981443766?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/115452964981443766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=115452964981443766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/115452964981443766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/115452964981443766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-1-alls-well-that-ends-well.html' title='Day 1: All&apos;s Well that Ends Well'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-115443930885036356</id><published>2006-08-01T08:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:47:28.569-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>Day 1: A Test of My Will</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tuesday, August 1, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last night was the most interesting cleanse prep I've ever experienced. It was like a conspiracy to derail my decision to start today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had a refrigerated item in my car that needed to get home fairly quickly. I decided to purchase my lemons from a convenience store to save time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not a SINGLE location had lemons. My son went in and out of each place, and not a lemon in sight. Yes, we found other produce. But who bought all the dang lemons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already sensitive about starting the cleanse, I got angry and frustrated - which is unusual for me. My son saw my reaction and suggested that I postpone the cleanse. I explained that it wasn't an option, and he wanted to know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Because I promised several members of the group that I would start tomorrow, and I don't intend to let them down. [Pause] Even more importantly, I promised myself and I really need to do this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was forced to make a huge gas-guzzling loop back to the supermarket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Once this loop was over, the time was approaching 7pm. I hadn't seen home for almost 12 hours. I grabbed fast food for dinner near my home. With relief, I hit the gas and imagined how it would feel to walk through the door and kick off my shoes. Home was only down the street. Then I realized that I left my pocketbook IN THE SELF-SERVE CHECKOUT LINE IN THE SUPERMARKET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Half of my life was in that pocketbook. Numbers. Bank account information. Computer files on a USB key. I had a flash of what a criminal mind might be able to achieve with the contents of my bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I grabbed my cell phone and called the store. Miracle #1: My cell phone wasn't in the pocketbook. Miracle #2: The pocketbook was exactly where I left it. The woman on the other end of the line was astonished - and I was relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I made the turn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;away from home&lt;/span&gt; for gas-guzzling loop #2, I was more than angry. I could spit fire. My jaw was clenched shut. If hell's fire went out at that moment, I'm pretty sure Satan would have called for a quick light. What else could go wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the time I neared the supermarket, my simmer was down. I had a conversation with myself all the way there, reminding myself of the hidden blessings - which can be found in ANY situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Thank God I learned about the cleanse, and have enough money to buy the ingredients. Thank God for tests that try our patience and build character. And thank God my pocketbook is exactly where I left it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The moment I stepped from the car to retrieve my bag, the entire day changed. As I entered the door, and older woman gasped and exclaimed, "You look beautiful!" I was floored. It was unexpected, and my attention was in a totally different place. I thanked her with a huge smile that literally melted onto my face. She broke the ice. My ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked by her, a neighbor was standing there asking about my son and thanking me for inviting her children to his party. As I approached the desk, the woman complimented my bag and wanted to know where I got it. And on the way out of the store, another woman complimented, "Your dress is very pretty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A string of negative events ran right into a string of unexpected kind words from strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I didn't bother preparing the lemonade mix last night. The night ended late for me. I couldn't help but wonder what the next day would hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technorati Tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/cleanse" rel="tag"&gt;cleanse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/preparation" rel="tag"&gt;preparation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/blessing" rel="tag"&gt;blessing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-115443930885036356?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/115443930885036356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=115443930885036356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/115443930885036356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/115443930885036356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-1-test-of-my-will.html' title='Day 1: A Test of My Will'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-115436033338790509</id><published>2006-07-31T11:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:47:50.872-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>Day 0: Starting a Cleanse on the Wrong Side of the Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monday, July 31, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I suspect that by tomorrow afternoon, I will wish I'd stayed in bed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In my zeal to be a good example, today I became the example of what-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;-to-do when preparing for a cleanse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I put in 0% preparation for my cleanse that starts tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt; I'm trying to put on my pleated skirt, grab my pom-poms, and get the cheering going... but I'm on empty. Let's look at my checklist of preparations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Son's birthday resulted in 3 days of cake, ice cream, and leftover junk food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Red wine with dinner last night - usually a good healthy choice but not a great way to start a cleanse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coffee for breakfast this AM - which is known to cause killer cleanse headaches if not stopped long before a cleanse begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pasta with chicken and sausage in the fridge for lunch today - knowing carbs are another factor when cleansing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With a checklist like this, I need to run away to a cleanse farm somewhere on a secluded island. And by virtue of a massive brain-fart, I'm starting this one in the middle of a work week. Ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Flipping the coin - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE A CHALLENGE&lt;/span&gt;. I thrive when things are working against me. I shine when little is expected of me. And I throw a mean punch when threatened by an unusual foe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My unusual start will probably result in some colorful blog entries over the next few days. That is, if I'll still coherent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rock on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;See ya tomorrow for Day 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Technorati Tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/cleanse" rel="tag"&gt;cleanse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/master+cleanse" rel="tag"&gt;master cleanse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/detox" rel="tag"&gt;detox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/lemonade+diet" rel="tag"&gt;lemonade diet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/stanley+burroughs" rel="tag"&gt;stanley burroughs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-115436033338790509?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/115436033338790509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=115436033338790509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/115436033338790509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/115436033338790509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-0-starting-cleanse-on-wrong-side.html' title='Day 0: Starting a Cleanse on the Wrong Side of the Bed'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-115384567729527882</id><published>2006-07-25T13:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:38:00.628-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleansing emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Battleground</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Tuesday, July 25, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you know that my current battle with a healthy lifestyle comes after the destructive work of eating my way through a divorce. Even as I head for a major &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://fackintruth.typepad.com/blog/2006/07/comeback.html"&gt;comeback&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; after peeling the emotional layers, I have an eye turned to the physical layers. Like a metaphor for the necessary "hibernation" time for recovery, I'm ready to come out of the cave AND the extra layer on my body.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This fight is harder than any other, because my rewards for "bad behavior" are so immediate. Here's what I mean:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, chocolate can cure a long night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, the cheesy goodness of a pizza can be a great companion for a long night of bad memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yes, crunchy snacks are a fun friend for dateless movie rental weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the emotional recovery, I immediately wanted to kill those habits. Instead of bringing perceived relief, comfort foods feel like the artifact of an old reflex instead of something I really need. And thankfully, habits can be broken. Now that I'm sweeping out the cobwebs and feeling like a new woman on the inside, I'm ready for that "new" feeling to show. It's amazing what junk food does to the skin, the hair - and not so surprising what it does to general health and vibrancy.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The cleanse on August 1st feels like the final battleground in this war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I keep taking stabs at the Beast of Bad Habits, August 1st is my declared time for "it slays me or I slay it." I don't expect an all-at-once victory. We're talking about a big beast. But I do expect to leave that beast dying on the ground - unable to deal anymore devastating blows. I'll hang it's head as a trophy once the work is done.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;No weapon formed against you shall prosper (Isaiah 54:17a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-115384567729527882?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/115384567729527882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=115384567729527882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/115384567729527882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/115384567729527882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/07/battleground.html' title='Battleground'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-115263300977328704</id><published>2006-07-11T12:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:48:05.486-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Disappearing Acts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I certainly know how to pull a disappearing act. I haven't been to this blog in so long, that I had to climb through an unopened window in the back just to get in. The place is dusty, but it's still home.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next cleanse is scheduled for August 1st. It looks like moderators and members alike have a similar goal at the Yahoo mastercleanse group. I don't think I ever needed a cleanse more than I need one now.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I'm on target with good health, my focus is like a laser beam - burning holes in junk food and destroying midnight snacks. But right now, when somebody says "hole," I only think of donuts. My laser beam is more like a garden hose set on sprinkle. I'm spraying everywhere between snack food and pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pop-culture induced reliance on food for everything from celebration to self-medication is a scary thing.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll return to the blog periodically between now and August 1st to whine about preparing for the cleanse. I feel like a baby who just dropped her bottle outside of the stroller and nobody's picking it up. I'm having a tantrum over the fact that magic bullets don't exist to resolve a crappy relationship with food or the weight that follows. The tantrum will be short, but I'd still cover the furniture and clear the room. hehe&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocking on, (but right now with a slice of pizza in my hand)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(P.S. Are any other Blogger users slightly annoyed that the Blogger spell checker rejects the word "blog?")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-115263300977328704?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/115263300977328704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=115263300977328704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/115263300977328704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/115263300977328704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/07/disappearing-acts.html' title='Disappearing Acts'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-114856925327372256</id><published>2006-05-25T10:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:48:22.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>When a Good Scare Gets the Juices Flowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ugh. If I could roll my eyes any harder, I'd get a nice look at my brain. I promised myself not to be "the woman who started eating right because a medical scare rocked her world." I hear those stories all the time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well yesterday was a reminder to go ahead and implement the plan, or I'm gonna miss the mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at my desk, having a conversation about American Idol with a co-worker. During the conversation, my left arm went numb. I had to be subtle, because I didn't want to alarm my visitor. I wiggled my fingers and made a few loose fists. As my mind turned down the volume on our conversation, my loudest thoughts asked the question, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the heck is going on?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thankful for the company and the conversation, because it kept me from panic. After a short walk and a trip to the bathroom, I felt almost normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are a few potential reasons I had that scare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I often have strange occurrences on the left side of my body when my digestive system goes on strike. Years ago, I had to see a specialist about it, who told me chest pain and referred pain is not uncommon. Another friend with digestive problems said her pain would settle in her left shoulder. Too bad that's the same marker as a heart attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Later last night, I had problems with my left collar bone. When I type a lot, a nerve on the left side of neck starts to protest. The numbness was probably my warning for a long night of that weird nerve thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My bra is really wearing on my shoulders under the responsibility of carrying around... well... Double D's. You might go numb too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In spite of the non-emergency nature of the problem, I experienced a moment in time where the status of my health came into serious question. &lt;/span&gt;Long periods of eating like a teenager can't possibly be good for a 35 year old body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convenience. Habit. Comfort. Habit. Celebration. Habit. Boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did I mention HABIT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cleanse is coming some time after Memorial Day. I'm ready to reset. I really don't care how many times I have to try. The only opportunity to win lies in not quitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-114856925327372256?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/114856925327372256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=114856925327372256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/114856925327372256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/114856925327372256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-good-scare-gets-juices-flowing.html' title='When a Good Scare Gets the Juices Flowing'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-114650241775399085</id><published>2006-05-01T13:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:37:13.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 3'/><title type='text'>Back from the Black Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monday, May 1, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well dang. I disappeared for too long. Do you ever have those times in life when you fall into a black hole, and some unseen force is munching away your days like M&amp;amp;M candies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I apologize for being away so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I finished my last cleanse on Day 5. My tongue was turning pink, and that sealed my thought that I need to leave a little more time between each cleanse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll go dig up the message I left at the Yahoo board and share it here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Day 6: Pink Tongue and Orange Juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This last cleanse was a breeze, and I felt great the whole time. I was surprised that I could only get down 3 to 5 glasses of the lemonade per day, and sometimes I was trying to chug that before bedtime! In spite of getting much less lemonade, my energy was great, my eliminations were great, and I'm pleased with the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; On the evening of Day 3, I checked my tongue and noticed pink. I ignored that as a hallucination, because that seems waaaaaaay too early for a pink tongue. Lo and behold, I am on pink alert again today, so goes the cleanse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Having left about 2.5 months between cleanses, I guess it's possible I'd be pink on Day 6 the third time around. Besides the short time off the cleanse, I considered some other possibilities:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the last cleanse, I eased myself back to eating MUCH slower. I continued to "cleanse" and lose weight afterward with the orange juice and lots of produce.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I gave myself a hard time about returning to some foods. Now, I realize that I developed some good habits that I didn't give myself credit for. I became a nut about drinking lots of water each day, I replaced MANY of my snacks with organic pistachios, I increased my intake of fruits and vegetables, and I incorporated more whole and organic choices.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My wardrobe is slowly getting too big for me. I hadn't really noticed, but people had been commenting about the way my clothes fit since before I started this third cleanse. Just more evidence that I'm doing something right between each cleanse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I want to do a cleanse at the end of June, as a summer seasonal thing. The timing is perfect, because I'm able to leave a full 3 months between cleanses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Rock on, y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Hawa (Moderator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-114650241775399085?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/114650241775399085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=114650241775399085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/114650241775399085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/114650241775399085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-from-black-hole.html' title='Back from the Black Hole'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-114356031587743960</id><published>2006-03-28T10:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:49:01.361-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senna tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food fantasies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 3'/><title type='text'>In Memoriam on Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tuesday, March 28, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People describe the life of drinking lemonade as "boring," and sometimes fall off the cleanse out of sheer need to break the monotony.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yet I find so many fun things to do while cleansing, like observing the oddities of life on the Porcelain Throne. So before I continue:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I want to call a moment of silence for the toilet paper rolls that are murdered in large numbers while cleansing. [         ]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's amazing how little time passes before the lifeless little brown tub is hanging helplessly from the roll. One day, the roll is loaded with soft quilted goodness, and the next day it's just a shell of its former self. I wonder if the septic system would need an upgrade if everybody in my townhouse community cleansed at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine how teams of preschoolers could have endless fun hours of toilet-roll-cardboard-thingy craft projects. Parents would squeal with glee as the next "I love you mommy" project was sent home.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Here's how Day 2 went yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I drank 53.8 ounces of lemonade (5 glasses) plus 20 ounces of fresh spring water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It took my P.M. Senna tea exactly 7 hours to work, but this time, it "worked" for about an hour. I was up from 3am to 4am killing more toilet paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The strange dull aches in both ears lasted all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I continued to have nagging pains in certain joints, but it subsided by evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found myself watching cooking shows, excited about eating healthy foods after the cleanse. I didn't want food though, even when they pulled the fresh Italian pizza from the oven.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cooking dinner for my son was easy. He had an organic pizza with basil pesto and a whole wheat crust. I wasn't the least bit interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do still fantasize about my next opportunity to have chitlins, but the good thing is, I don't want them right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-114356031587743960?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/114356031587743960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=114356031587743960&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/114356031587743960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/114356031587743960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-memoriam-on-day-3.html' title='In Memoriam on Day 3'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-114347698153494621</id><published>2006-03-27T10:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:49:36.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yahoo Support Group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>Day 2 of My Third Cleanse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monday March 27, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today is Day 2 of my third cleanse.&lt;/span&gt; This cleanse rolled-in with no red carpet and no parade. I managed to start without a huge blog introduction or ticker-tape confetti. I even skipped the "I'm getting ready" speech from a hilltop, complete with local news cameras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This cleanse tiptoed in more like a lamb than a lion because I'm feeling like an old pro. Honestly, the nutty anxiety and the frantic shopping weren't present. In fact, last night, mom said, "Wow, I didn't even know you were on another fast."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is starting to feel like a familiar road. It's kinda like driving home from work. You've done it so much, that you give little attention to the whole affair. That's in stark contrast to driving to an unfamiliar place, when you might turn off the radio, glare out of the window, and tell passengers to "hush" as you try to read the road signs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;For me, there's no staring out of the window with a white-knuckled grip on the wheel. The cleanse feels natural and right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A member of the Yahoo group (guruin2) recently dubbed cleansing "an expression of pure love for myself." The rest of us have embraced that statement as the most accurate mission, purpose, and victorious result of cleansing. If you've ever seen a person drive miles to find the right gas for their car, but fuel their own bodies with deadly garbage, then you truly understand the need for "self love" above "car love," especially if you want to ride in a real car instead of the funny looking car riding at the front of a funeral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's still early on Day 2, but I can share a few blurbs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I started the day at 6:15am with Senna tea. By 11:05am, I was making Toilet Soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mild headaches, runny nose, body aches, and mild earaches reveal some quick cleansing work going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you have the habit of waiting until the last minute to go to the bathroom, stop it. Stop it now. I just received a close-call reminder that the first "gurgle" means RUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-114347698153494621?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/114347698153494621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=114347698153494621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/114347698153494621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/114347698153494621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-2-of-my-third-cleanse.html' title='Day 2 of My Third Cleanse'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-114296244722819248</id><published>2006-03-21T12:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:35:51.556-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>If My Life Was a Car...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tuesday, March 21, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I would be sitting firmly in the driver's seat. But a pesky front-seat passenger would have a hand on the steering wheel, fumbling a foot on the pedals, and causing me to swerve off the path.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At least backseat drivers have no real influence. They don't have access to the driver's tools. In fact, backseat drivers only have useless guidance and annoying voices.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But my passenger is sitting in the front of my car. I'm able to keep a general direction, but I find myself drifting, and stopping to repair damage after swerving into obstacles.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;My pesky passenger is an unreasonable relationship with food.&lt;/span&gt; Notice I didn't say FOOD itself?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When was the last time a pie jumped off a plate and down down someone's throat? Food itself has zero influence. It's the crappy choice to invite food into every crevice of life. Joy calls for food. Celebration calls for food. Boredom calls for food. Happiness comes over for a party, and food gets an invitation. In fact, even mourning calls for... you guessed it... food. A drug addict has nothing on a PMSing woman who wants chocolate. NOW.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to consider a time or circumstance where food isn't on the list of invitees, since the food list is so long.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[cue the chirping crickets and hollow echo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here I am. Driving my car. I can almost see the destination, or at least a few places I'd love to stop and visit. Mr. Poor Eating Habits causes the trip to stall in all kinds of ways.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm introduced to migraines at the age of 16&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I pop up with high cholesterol at the ripe old age of 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I develop digestive problems that require medication in my mid to late 20's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Around the same time, I'm on a beta blocker for heart palpitations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In my late 20's, I develop menstrual problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And for most of this time, I'm fighting to get to a healthy (and sexy *wink) weight&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The list seems to go on forever because I haven't kicked the annoying passenger out of my car...&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So I stop and pick up another passenger.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good Health Habits climbs into the back of the car. Poor Eating Habits turns around with a scowl. Now they're fighting, and I'm happy to have an extra passenger who's on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new passenger has a huge bag loaded with weapons. Cleansing/Fasting/Detoxing. Whole and organic food. Lots of water. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;An attitude that I deserve to win every good blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning a sharp corner, and the door flies open on Poor Eating Habits' side of the car. He holds on to keep from getting ejected onto the highway. Now if I can only get the seatbelt loose, and add one final swift kick in the...&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-114296244722819248?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/114296244722819248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=114296244722819248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/114296244722819248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/114296244722819248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-my-life-was-car.html' title='If My Life Was a Car...'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-114174997200408999</id><published>2006-03-07T12:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:35:10.884-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleansing emotions'/><title type='text'>Watch Where You Swing that Daggone Bat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tuesday, March 7, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A young man is given at baseball bat as a birthday gift. On one path, he uses that bat to learn the game and become a wealthy sports figure. On another path, he uses that bat to commit a horrible crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was the bat good or bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Just like any other tool, like hammers, love, or even sex, the bat didn't have an absolue "good" or "bad" value. The intent and motivation of the user sealed the determination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you know me at all, I have a sly way to connect this post to cleansing. Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As a moderator at the Yahoo group for cleansers, I am alarmed by the number of people who are bordering on abusing the cleansing tool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In one corner, you have the folks who are prepared for the long term committment to health and recognize the cleanse as a great starter. These &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gold Star Cleansers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; have a mature plan, read the book carefully, stick to the rules, and don't attempt strange home-remedies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the other corner, you have the folks who just want to lose weight. Fast. Too fast. These &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Red Flag Cleansers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; usually have lofty weight loss goals, don't want to read the book, couldn't care less about toxins, and put themselves at risk with miscellaneous cleanse antics. And most of all, they really scare me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The language of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Red Flag Cleanser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; usually screams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I'm ready to replace my eating dysfunction with dangerous cleansing dysfunction. I don't want to read a book. I want somebody to give me the lemonade recipe and leave me alone. I'll do this fast until I can't take it anymore, and I'll come off by eating a double cheesburger, risking my health in the process. I'll weigh myself everyday and I demand to see the pounds drop to the floor. If I can't achieve that by Day 3, I'll declare that this cleanse doesn't work, and ignore the other improvements in my health."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have a serious, personal desire to see people's health turn 180 degrees. I fight the battle everyday. As I win, which I will, I want to take a crap-load of people with me. Until then, I ask you to examine which team you're on (Gold Star or Red Flag). If you're on the Red Flag team (and I've been there before), admit it first and jump to the Gold Star side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I've been on both sides of the health war, and the grass really is greener... okay.... more golden... over here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love ya all. Let's win together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With a heart of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-114174997200408999?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/114174997200408999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=114174997200408999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/114174997200408999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/114174997200408999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/03/watch-where-you-swing-that-daggone-bat.html' title='Watch Where You Swing that Daggone Bat!'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-114132125288829510</id><published>2006-03-02T13:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:34:09.187-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yahoo Support Group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleansing emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Fascination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thursday, March 2, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As my thighs become reacquainted with each other and make that reunion swishing sound, I have a renewed fascination with our relationship to food.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Over at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://health.groups.yahoo.com/group/mastercleanse/"&gt;Yahoo group&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, we have a lively conversation going about using food to escape - and other links between food and emotions. Once you go on a cleanse with no food for 10 or more days, you learn just how often you think about food. A thin and healthy coworker even found himself surprised over impulse food habits that he'd developed over the years.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One member of the board posted a most interesting theory:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its funny how weight gain actually manifests itself into an emotional disorder. A period of short term stress with long hours and little sleep can cause a person to adopt unhealthy eating habits in order to cope with the stress. As the unhealthy eating causes a person to gain weight, they begin to feel sluggish and lazy and begin to reduce any physical activities previously enjoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This in turn leads to more weight gain. When the gain has reached a point where it is readibly noticeable by the person and their peers, then self esteem issues begin to surface generating stress leading to more unhealthy eating habits. Also, most unhealthy eating habits involve large amounts of bad carbs which I personally know to be addictive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Looking back over the past several years, I can't remember a lonely, stressful, angry, or sad moment that I didn't stuff with a comfort food. Sadly enough, &lt;a href="http://health.groups.yahoo.com/group/mastercleanse/message/7239"&gt;commercials &lt;/a&gt;are openly promoting the strategy of stuffing an emotional issue with crappy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm actively searching for a replacement. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I'm firing comfort food on the spot, and hanging the "help wanted" sign.&lt;/span&gt; Who or what should apply for the job? Use the comments feature to share your answers, and I'll post my responses to your suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few ideas of my own, and I am on a serious personal mission to win a battle that many people lose. Besides missing the mark God established for the body-as-temple, I realize that I don't look or feel like the "me" I know and love. I have plans for a long and prosperous life. Now only if I could get my thighs to cooperate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-114132125288829510?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/114132125288829510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=114132125288829510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/114132125288829510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/114132125288829510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/03/fascination.html' title='Fascination'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113960714510822070</id><published>2006-02-10T17:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:33:11.965-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><title type='text'>Motivation from a Tiny Voice in the Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friday February 10, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My 6-year old still has questions about why mommy and daddy aren't together anymore. His big question last night, "Were you sad when daddy said he didn't love you anymore?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; After giving him the canned answer, he responded with his own logic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt; "I don't see why, because you are the sweetest mom. You're so sweet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He said this with a voice so tiny and sincere, that time stopped for me. In fact, I'm still back there somewhere, huddled with him in his room. Twenty years from now, I could stand in the middle of a massive bone-cold nor'easter and still get some warmth from that precious little declaration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For every reason I have to live a healthy life for myself, there is another reason related to those I live my life to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Note to self: Don't post a quick entry from work, where a cubicle neighbor can fart and ruin a precious moment. hehe *sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113960714510822070?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113960714510822070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113960714510822070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113960714510822070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113960714510822070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/02/motivation-from-tiny-voice-in-dark.html' title='Motivation from a Tiny Voice in the Dark'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113951572086658909</id><published>2006-02-09T16:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:32:20.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yahoo Support Group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>Strength in Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thursday, Feburary 9, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides having the support of my cleansing co-workers, I am more and more blown away by the level of support shared at the Yahoo group: mastercleanse. I was invited to join the team of moderators, which was logical since I'm a group junkie anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Although you can't argue with the joys of expanding your cleanse vocabulary (thanks everyone for the ever-accurate "butt pee")... I am more impressed at how open and honest people are about the mental aspects of cleansing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People oftem come my way, wondering if the "cleanse experience" will be good for them. Although we sometimes feel totally unique, wisdom says we basically share the same fears, concerns, and desires for a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;So if you're still considering the cleanse, and my blog didn't convince you that butt pee is just groovy... get yourself a free membership to the Yahoo group!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://health.groups.yahoo.com/group/mastercleanse/join"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/yg/img/i/us/ui/join.gif" alt="Click here to join mastercleanse" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to join mastercleanse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113951572086658909?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113951572086658909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113951572086658909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113951572086658909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113951572086658909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/02/strength-in-numbers.html' title='Strength in Numbers'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113932230397567435</id><published>2006-02-07T09:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:31:21.280-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><title type='text'>Lessons from a Hair Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tuesday, February 7, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My 6-year old son was particularly good on a recent shopping trip to Target - so I allowed him one impulse-buy. He chose an overgrown Koosh-like ball called "Hair Ball." It looks like a round green porcupine, and I admit that it's lots of fun to handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The huge "hairs" all over the ball are elastic and seem to stretch to infinity. There's only one thing... my son can't stand to see anyone pull a "hair." I was able to leverage this little gem to negotiate some extra peace over the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me: "Mommy said sit down and stop making so much noise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Him: [still running like the energizer bunny]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me: [yanking about 3 "hairs"]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Him: [Suddenly the picture of perfection, sitting indian-style, and asking for his helpless hair ball]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now that may sound like parental torture, but it's actually child-level negotiation at its finest. All the parents are nodding in agreement...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Strangely enough, the hair ball reminded me that I need to negotiate my health and leverage what I can. Just like you can't always reason with a small child, there are some things you shouldn't try to reason with yourself. Hating my genes, accepting others' opinions, and signing petitions to shut down the McDonald's empire represent a monumental waste of energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But, cleansing and changing habits related to my life are things I can control... and give me leverage over results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you're thinking about cleansing, get started right away! &lt;/span&gt;Make that the first step to a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll wrap this post with the Serenity Prayer... a popular prayer that we should say everyday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God, give me the serenity to accept the things I can not change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The courgage to change the things I can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the wisdom to know the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113932230397567435?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113932230397567435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113932230397567435&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113932230397567435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113932230397567435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/02/lessons-from-hair-ball.html' title='Lessons from a Hair Ball'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113889337075479919</id><published>2006-02-02T10:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:29:15.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Stumbling and Almost Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thursday, February 2, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I stumbled this week. It's like somebody tied my shoelaces together. While they were at it, they bound and gagged my new personal guidelines for a healthier life - and shoved them into a huge duffel bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The past four days have been a challenge. Food calls me to suppress stress and boredom. And alas, I finally had the pop-culture icon of the Standard American Diet.... can you guess what it is?... here are some clues:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ul  type="disc" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If satan could cook, this is      the food he would prepare&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It smells great when you're      craving it, and smells like h@ll when you're trying to eat right&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No rational mind on the planet actually wants to eat this food, but can't escape the eerie force field when driving by in a moment of weakness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just like nicotine is the addictive part of cigarettes, the finger-licking salty sticks are the addictive part of this food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Did you guess McDonald's? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had McDonald's this week, and it was downhill from there. Slight headache. Poor sleep. Skin breakout. And the worst... craving more bad food. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I won't even talk about the Girl Scout cookies that fell out of the sky and landed on my desk yesterday&lt;/span&gt;. Well... they kinda landed there after I went to the ATM, took out the money, and paid the dedicated father who was selling them for his daughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost gave up this morning, but something strange happened...&lt;br /&gt;Even tho I felt bloated, I put on my red suit, and the pants were looser! That was enough to keep me encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of eating right most days, I've made other lifestyle changes&lt;/span&gt;. I walk more, and I starting using my 2 hours in the car as an opportunity to exercise. I exercise my legs while on cruise control, my upper body while at red lights, and my abs (crunches) while driving with the pedals. It's scary to sit for 2 hours in the car most days, and then work a desk job all day - which requires a lot more sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time, gang. One day at a time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113889337075479919?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113889337075479919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113889337075479919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113889337075479919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113889337075479919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/02/stumbling-and-almost-falling_02.html' title='Stumbling and Almost Falling'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113822365910628278</id><published>2006-01-25T19:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:50:09.062-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yahoo Support Group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>LIfe After Cleansing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wednesday, January 25, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life after cleansing is a huge new priority for me.&lt;/span&gt; Are we required to go back to the Standard American Diet, and feeling like crap, so we can escape through the euphoria of another cleanse a few months later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My goal is to see how good I can feel, how healthy I can feel, for how long after a cleanse. Here's a recent post I sent to the great gang at the Yahoo mastercleanse group:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday was my first real "day off" day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As many of you know, my plan for life after the cleanse includes (by week):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;64 to 80 ounces of water per day&lt;/span&gt; (I thought that was a gallon, but it's just half a gallon!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;four days of eating right&lt;/span&gt;, including the quality of food and attention to total caloric intake -  with a focus on good fruits, veggies, whole grains, and good protein  (e.g. limit or avoid red meat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;one day of fasting&lt;/span&gt; (Wednesday, water and some fresh juice only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;two days "off"&lt;/span&gt; of fairly unmonitored eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On my first real "day off", I had lunch at my favorite restaurant (tilapia in butter cream sauce and ceasar) and 3 Tastykake cupcakes. I also had water, nuts, and fruit in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well let me tell you, I felt lousy by the end of the nite. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't think I ever want to see a Tastykake again!&lt;/span&gt; What surprised me most was how my next morning went...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By this AM, I wasn't feeling like the glowing ball of vibrant life that I was getting used to. I almost felt "blue." I even thought about starting the day with a Wawa cappuccino! I wanted "relief" and found  myself craving the wrong stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My mind wandered back to the kind of eating day I had, and I realized how much food really does affect our emotional state and why cleansing is such a euphoric time. Imagine how terribly we eat on a daily basis sometimes. We really do adjust to being "sick and tired" all the time.  Remember how the school was able to eliminate behavior problems in the  movie "Super Size" when they switched to a healthy hot lunch program?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm really ready to challenge my post-cleanse guideline of "two days  off" for eating. I feel like I'm gonna spend this entire fasting day (today) trying to recover from the crap I ate yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've even  changed the date for my next cleanse from June/July to April. There's  no way I'm waiting that long in between cleans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;es. LOL&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113822365910628278?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113822365910628278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113822365910628278&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113822365910628278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113822365910628278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-after-cleansing.html' title='LIfe After Cleansing'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113750755934683043</id><published>2006-01-17T21:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:30:28.428-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orange juice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 14'/><title type='text'>Cleanse 2, Days 13 - 15: Body Quits Before I Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friday January 13, thru Sunday January 15, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was definitely the most unusual cleanse day I've ever experienced. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The mild rejection of the lemonade on Day 12 became a full blown problem today&lt;/span&gt;. Not only do I have trouble swallowing the lemonade, but just smelling the individual ingredients turns my stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 13 Stats&lt;/span&gt;: 4 glasses lemonade, Senna Tea AM and PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the end of the day, I was only able to get down 4 glasses of the lemonade - which is 2 short of the 6-glass minimum. In spite of that, I was still willing to continue... UNTIL... I couldn't get the Senna Tea down! It tasted like somebody mixed something strange in my tea, and I had to struggle to get it down. I've only heard of one other person who experienced an actual rejection due to a strange change it taste. Alas, tomorrow must be orange juice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I awoke on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Day 14&lt;/span&gt; still somehow willing to make a go of the lemonade again. As I continued to reject the advice "listen to your body," I am more bent on wanting to finish 21 days! I stepped out of bed and decided to go squeeze some lemons. My stomach leapt and twisted in my body. In perfect obedience, I declared: "No problem. Orange juice it is!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I continued to "cleanse" today, and felt quite great. I made the right choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 14 Stats&lt;/span&gt;: 1 liter of organic Bolthouse orange juice and a few glasses of water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Day 15&lt;/span&gt; was a repeat of Day 14. Same amount of orange juice and water. Feeling even better. In spite of my personal let-down for missing 21 days, my body keeps screaming what a success the cleanse was. After two days of just orange juice and water, I'm feeling like a spring chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This time around, my life after the cleanse is a MAJOR priority. I'll continue this blog for everyone who's curious about the trials of maintaining weight and other benefits after a cleanse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;For all those interested, my next 10-day cleanse is scheduled for 6 months from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113750755934683043?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113750755934683043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113750755934683043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113750755934683043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113750755934683043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/01/cleanse-2-days-13-15-body-quits-before.html' title='Cleanse 2, Days 13 - 15: Body Quits Before I Do'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113750642164664889</id><published>2006-01-17T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:28:18.083-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 12'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>Cleanse 2, Day 12: Winding Down Before My Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;Thursday January 12, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh Lordie. I'm starting to experience mild rejections to the lemonade.&lt;/span&gt; I wonder if it's related to my tongue turning towards shades of pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This unexpected turn is making me a little nervous. This cleanse is part of my "First Fruit" offering for the year. This biblical principle of setting aside the first of the year is an important part of my life. Beyond the regular tithe (10%), first fruit represents consecrating the freshest offering for the Lord. My 21-day goal to fast is offered in addition to my financial offering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to continue on the cleanse, and explore other "worst case scenario" options. I can always dedicate the balance of the 21 days to fruits/veggies/nuts. Most of all, I want to make sure this is really a physical phenomenon, and not an emotional desire to return to food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.daisycooks.com/pages/main.cfm"&gt;Daisy Cooks&lt;/a&gt; cookbook arrived, and I had a fun time looking at recipes and planning a healthy life after the cleanse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping it short today, so here's the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quick Stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lemonade&lt;/span&gt;: 6 glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Water&lt;/span&gt;: 20 ounces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;: Senna Tea, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt;: Senna Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight Loss&lt;/span&gt; (no scale): We're rolling now! I may be down a whole size, and the mirror is so so good to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Healing Crisis&lt;/span&gt;: None? (gotta follow this "lemonade rejection...")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocking on, no mater what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113750642164664889?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113750642164664889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113750642164664889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113750642164664889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113750642164664889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/01/cleanse-2-day-12-winding-down-before.html' title='Cleanse 2, Day 12: Winding Down Before My Time'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113716562845900108</id><published>2006-01-13T22:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:27:27.872-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Cleanse 2, Day 11: Past the Halfway Mark!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wednesday January 11, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alas, the halfway-mark celebration is shadowed by the fact that boredom is setting in.&lt;/span&gt; Hey, if you eat anything 3 three times a day for 10 days straight, you may start looking at it a little cross-eyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can say that I'm truly loving the free breast enlargement. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C'mon ladies, raise your hands if the fat loss on your belly gave lift and definition to those feminine curves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Regardless of boredom, I'm pleased with my jump into unknown territory (since my first cleasne was only 10 days). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As many cleansers often describe, I am shockingly "unhungry" at this point&lt;/span&gt;. Your brain wants to fight with you and force you to believe that you must eat soon. A tiny voice wants to  panic when food has been consumed in double-digit days. But your body is also speaking, and the feel-good results fight back against the brain's attack with logic. Then the brain counter-punches with a whiney, "I wanna &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taste &lt;/span&gt;food."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I step in and end the match, reminding both that this cleanse isn't just about either of them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I started with a specific purpose to give a first-fruit offering to the Lord for spiritual reasons&lt;/span&gt;. Like two children, I send them to their rooms so I can make more lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quick Stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lemonade&lt;/span&gt;: 6 glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Water&lt;/span&gt;: 33.8 ounces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;: Senna Tea, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PM: &lt;/span&gt;Senna Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight Loss&lt;/span&gt; (no scale): I can look down and see lap... and chair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Healing Crisis&lt;/span&gt;: None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Flashback:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wanna see where I was shortly after I finished my first cleanse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-after-attack-of-oranges.html"&gt;The Day After: Attack of the Oranges&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113716562845900108?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113716562845900108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113716562845900108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113716562845900108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113716562845900108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/01/cleanse-2-day-11-past-halfway-mark.html' title='Cleanse 2, Day 11: Past the Halfway Mark!'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113700633171951315</id><published>2006-01-11T13:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:26:38.725-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>Cleanse 2, Day 10: I'm Every Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tuesday January 10, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some time ago, as I helped my 6-year old with his homework, he had a wide-eyed revelation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Mommy, you're a teeeeeeee-cher!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Why yes, honey, I am."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;During the Christmas holiday, I got some scrubs for wearing around the house, and he had another revelation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Mommy, you look like a NURSE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I am a nurse, honey."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Whether single parents, wives or mothers, women are still living the life of "every woman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wife | Friend | Boo-boo nurse | Teacher | Daughter | Secret-keeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That list can go on until the blog crashes or Christ returns - whichever comes first. The "woman" missing at the top of too many lists is "just me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I cleanse, the way I look and feel starts actually feeling like "me." The time I take to care for my health - outside of mom and boo-boo nurse - is a step closer to enjoying the "me" that I rarely get to hang out with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ever notice how women on makeover shows become a heap of tears in the mirror as they exclaim, "I finally look the way I feel. That's really me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every moment I spend on this cleanse is a moment dedicated to me. Besides, everbody benefits when the boo-boo nurse has lots of energy and lives a long life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Quick Stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lemonade&lt;/span&gt;: 6 glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Water&lt;/span&gt;: 20 ounces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM: &lt;/span&gt;Senna Tea, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt;: Senna Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight Loss&lt;/span&gt; (no scale): Noticeable shrinkage in the midsection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Healing Crisis&lt;/span&gt;: Not sure, but nauseous cramps and loud ringing in ears in the evening that was gone when I woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wildcard stat&lt;/span&gt;: I've caught myself running up the steps enough to rival Rocky Balboa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Flashback:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wanna see where I was on Day 10 of my first cleanse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-10-part-i-to-be-or-not-to.html"&gt;Day 10, Part I: To Be or Not to Be Done(?)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-10-part-ii-finish-line.html"&gt;Day 10, Part II: The Finish Line&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113700633171951315?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113700633171951315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113700633171951315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113700633171951315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113700633171951315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/01/cleanse-2-day-10-im-every-woman.html' title='Cleanse 2, Day 10: I&apos;m Every Woman'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113700530482505383</id><published>2006-01-11T13:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:25:56.381-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanse symptoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleansing emotions'/><title type='text'>Cleanse 2, Day 9: Flushing Cowburgers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monday January 9, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow. Thank God for small favors. I was off from work today with my son, who was fighting some sorta bug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I've been eliminating today like I ate an entire cow the night before the cleanse. Make that a bacon-cheddar cow, with bun and all. Unlike the first cleanse, where I had many days of regular, but light elimination - I've been sloughing off stuff from Day 1 this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I had a few crappy moments today. I suspect that whatever emotion I've been medicating with food... it's coming to meet me head-to-head. I've been snarky with the kids, and I hit a period of emotional hunger. I can't help but wonder if it's because tomorrow is "supposed" to be the last day of a cleanse... and Day 11 becomes unfamiliar territory for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Funny how I can feel so crappy and look so great. The skin is still glowing! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Quick Stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lemonade&lt;/span&gt;: 6 glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Water&lt;/span&gt;: 40 ounces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM: &lt;/span&gt;Senna Tea, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt;: Nothing (fell asleep!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Weight Loss&lt;/span&gt;: About the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Healing Crisis&lt;/span&gt;: Dark spots on the whites of my eyes today, that lightened/went away by evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Flashback:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wanna see where I was on Day 9 of my first cleanse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-9-part-i-mastercardr.html"&gt;Day 9, Part I: The MasterCard(R) Commercial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-9-part-ii-beat-goes-on.html"&gt;Day 9, Part II: The Beat Goes On&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113700530482505383?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113700530482505383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113700530482505383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113700530482505383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113700530482505383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/01/cleanse-2-day-9-flushing-cowburgers.html' title='Cleanse 2, Day 9: Flushing Cowburgers'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113692523347599630</id><published>2006-01-10T18:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:25:18.191-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cleanse 2, Day 8: The Standoff with Johnny Carino</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunday January 8, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I took my kids to our favorite restaurant today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.carinos.com/"&gt;Johnny Carino's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. This was a much greater test of my will, compared to Pizza Hut. When the menu came, I could hear the old Western movie gun fight music. I clicked my spurs and positioned my hand over the holster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victory for me is defined as a new relationship with food. Success means the ablity to say "no" when necessary. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And face it, if I can't look Carino in the face without breaking a sweat, how will I ever succeed when I'm outside of the protective lemonade barrier??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The waiter, Alex, was the fun part of the night. I told him to pass by me, because I won't be eating in January.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Eyes growing big] "You're not eating for a month??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Shrugging] "No, just 21 days."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By now, Alex's eyes look like they might pop out of his head and land on the table. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For something that gross, I'd expect a free meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alex made several trips back to our table for more information. He was fascinated. I love when somebody is willing to accept new information regarding proper health and longevity. Alex became my foster child. His curiosity was lovable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the end of the meal, our young 20-something server was considering the cleanse to break some barriers with his weight and overall health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I left the name of the book and a 58% tip to make sure he remembered our conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alex, you rock, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quick Stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lemonade&lt;/span&gt;: 6 glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Water&lt;/span&gt;: 20 ounces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;: Senna Tea, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt;: Senna Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight Loss&lt;/span&gt; (no scale): The comments are coming in. It's very noticeable at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Healing Crisis&lt;/span&gt;: None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wildcard Stat&lt;/span&gt;: Survived the first and only time I will ever enter Carino's and not order something, like the amazing Garlic Jalepeno Tilapia. That's just crazy talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Flashback:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wanna see where I was on Day 8 of my first cleanse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-8-stuck-on-snarky.html"&gt;Day 8: Stuck on Snarky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113692523347599630?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113692523347599630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113692523347599630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113692523347599630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113692523347599630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/01/cleanse-2-day-8-standoff-with-johnny.html' title='Cleanse 2, Day 8: The Standoff with Johnny Carino'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113692393081773372</id><published>2006-01-10T18:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:24:33.603-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cleanse 2, Day 7: Food Fantasy Graduates to Entire Restaurant Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saturday January 7, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I took my boys to Pizza Hut today. While they sat and ate pizza, I wrote a mini-business plan for a unique restaurant. As I consider life after the cleanse, I'm disappointed by the food choices available to families who want to dine out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have to admit, the restaurant idea could be a defense mechanism for surviving an afternoon at Pizza Hut. It could be my chitlin food fantasy turning into a full blown "restaurant fantasy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been watching a lot of cooking shows. Some say this introduces temptation, and only a nut would cleanse and watch people cook scrumptious food. But I'm taking a different position. My post-cleanse life is all about better food choices. Watching those shows now is building an arsenal of better skills while NOT under the pressue of eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The best part of the day? &lt;/span&gt;My 13-year old son was my two-armed tape measure on my first cleanse. He discovered that he could get his arms around my waist by day 7. Today, he conducted the same test and found he could overlap his wrists on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today was a slow day, so straight to the quick stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quick Stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lemonade&lt;/span&gt;: 6 glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Water&lt;/span&gt;: 20 ounces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;: SWF (1/2), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt;: Senna Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Healing Crisis&lt;/span&gt;: None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wildcard Stat&lt;/span&gt;: The youngest person in the family to ever need Preparation H to make it through a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Flashback:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Want to see where I was on Day 7 of my first cleanse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-7-part-i-two-armed-tape.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 7, Part I: The Two-Armed Tape Measure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-7-part-ii-tolerance-of.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 7, Part II: The Tolerance of a Flea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113692393081773372?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113692393081773372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113692393081773372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113692393081773372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113692393081773372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/01/cleanse-2-day-7-food-fantasy-graduates.html' title='Cleanse 2, Day 7: Food Fantasy Graduates to Entire Restaurant Fantasy'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113658265939197217</id><published>2006-01-06T19:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:12:45.602-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanse symptoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cleanse 2, Day 6: Pass the Preparation H</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://j.ovm1.net/wch1/preparationh/images/prod_shot.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="https://j.ovm1.net/wch1/preparationh/images/prod_shot.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday January 6, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you stopped by yesterday, you'll remember how I was fantasizing about chitlins. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you have any idea what a &lt;a href="http://www.foodreference.com/html/fchitterlings.html"&gt;chitlin &lt;/a&gt;is, you might say it was a coincidence that I suddenly have a hemorrhoid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know hemorrhoids are the hush-hush little problem that we keep to ourselves, but nothing is sacred when you're cleansing. We're getting a good laugh at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://health.groups.yahoo.com/group/mastercleanse/"&gt;mastercleanse Yahoo group&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; since discovering that we're okay talking about bowels movements, but shy about hemorrhoids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've actually only had 1 or 2 mild cases in my life, so I was surprised like the Publishers Clearing House winner when I woke up this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just in case that wasn't interesting enough, here's a few more blurbs from Day 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had a more-than-mild cramp this AM&lt;/span&gt;. I had to turn over on my back and felt the darned thing "move" when I touched it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just like my first fast, I love how I'm walking fast everywhere.&lt;/span&gt; And it's totally unintentional. I used to think I walked slower because I have short legs. I was the one in the group telling everybody to "slow down." I'm convinced, without a doubt, it was a function of energy and overall health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I suspect I'm going home to another "debate" with my 6-year old over why he can't share mommy's "juice." In spite of the fact that the household menu shows take-out from our favorite pizza place, he's gonna try to hijack my lemonade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quick Stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glasses of Lemonade&lt;/span&gt;: 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Additional Water&lt;/span&gt;: 33.8 ounces (don't ask me how I know the details)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;: Senna,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt;: Senna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight Loss&lt;/span&gt;: Body parts that used to rub together when I walked are breating a sigh of relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Healing Crisis&lt;/span&gt;: Do hemorrhoids count???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wildcard Stat&lt;/span&gt;: I talked about my hiney today more than ever in history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quick Tip for Cleansers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I started my first cleanse, I was using glass iced tea bottles with metal lids. One day, I noticed a black liquid on my hands. The lemons were corroding the metal cap, and I'd been drinking that black stuff. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;w I use plastic bottles with plastic lids.&lt;/span&gt; It seems like a small thing, but not something you think about your first time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Flashback:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See where I was on Day 6 of my first cleanse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-6-exodus-from-mount-toxic.html"&gt;Day 6: Exodus from Mount Toxic Waste&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you tommorrow. Rock on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113658265939197217?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113658265939197217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113658265939197217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113658265939197217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113658265939197217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/01/cleanse-2-day-6-pass-preparation-h.html' title='Cleanse 2, Day 6: Pass the Preparation H'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113655757919553096</id><published>2006-01-06T01:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:12:04.545-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep patterns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanse symptoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cleanse 2, Day 5: So Smooth That I Lost Count</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thursday January 5, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I woke up this morning thinking how great it was to be on Day 4. It took me serveral hours into the day to realize that I was on Day 5! I guess it's like a road you've traveled before... once you take the trip, all future trips seem shorter because the route is familiar. The unknown associated with my first cleanse made some days seem like an eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The road has been so smooth, I'll focus today on providing some sound bytes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I slept great last night.&lt;/span&gt; No Senna Shaking in my gut waking me in the middle of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* When I woke up, the bloating from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/01/cleanse-2-day-4-hold-cake-just-give-me.html"&gt;Day 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My lips are terribly dry. &lt;/span&gt;Although it's the winter season, my lips are drier than usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My face is an oily mess.&lt;/span&gt; Skin usually dries-out in winter, but mine looks like a teenage acne eruption waiting to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The sensitive tooth (gum spot) is worse. &lt;/span&gt;That makes brushing a chore. I reported the same problem on &lt;a href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-10-part-ii-finish-line.html"&gt;Day 10&lt;/a&gt; of my first cleanse, and noted that it started somewhere around Day 5. How strange to have the exact same symptom, on the exact day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I also had my first official food fantasy today.&lt;/span&gt; My cleansing co-worker and I got to talking about soul food, and the discussion of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.chitlinmarket.com/"&gt;Chitlins &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sent my mind skidding off the Cleansing Highway. I think I landed in a ditch covered in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://southernfood.about.com/od/blackeyedpeas/r/bl51231a.htm"&gt;Black-Eyed Peas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. I tried to climb out, but slipped on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.cooks.com/rec/doc/0,1650,137188-243196,00.html"&gt;Collard Greens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. The fantasy almost ran away with me when it started raining &lt;a href="http://appetizer.allrecipes.com/AZ/DeviledEggs.asp"&gt;Deviled Eggs&lt;/a&gt;. You get the picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quick Stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glass of Lemonade&lt;/span&gt;: 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Additional Water&lt;/span&gt;: 20 ounces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;: Senna Tea, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt;: Senna Tea (1/2 cup)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Healing Crisis&lt;/span&gt;: None, if you don't count the painful tooth/gum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight Loss&lt;/span&gt;: My face/neck is shrinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wildcard Stat&lt;/span&gt;: Set a record for consecutive "No" when 6-year old son insisted we share my lemonade. He was satisfied when the night ended with a small sip. Humph. Kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Flashback:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Check out where I was on Day 5 of my first cleanse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-5-part-i-squirrels-and.html"&gt;Day 5, Part 1: Squirrels and Salt Water Flush Don't Mix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-5-part-ii-furry-teeth-that.html"&gt;Day 5, Part 2: Furry Teeth That Want to Chew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113655757919553096?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113655757919553096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113655757919553096&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113655757919553096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113655757919553096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/01/cleanse-2-day-5-so-smooth-that-i-lost.html' title='Cleanse 2, Day 5: So Smooth That I Lost Count'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113646974065269582</id><published>2006-01-04T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:11:08.508-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanse symptoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cleanse 2, Day 4: Hold the Cake, Just Give Me the Candles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wednesday January 4, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When scheduling a cleanse, you do your very best to avoid times when eating is almost necessary. Holidays, birthdays, and family reunions are the worst time to cleanse. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But alas... I missed one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With an airy sigh in her voice, my mother had a revelation, "Oooooooh. You'll still be fasting on my birthday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ouch. I can't remember a year that we didn't celebrate my mother's birthday with some kinda meal.&lt;/span&gt; How could I have missed that one? There won't be cake or any other festive food for me. Just pass me a candle. For a moment, I was disappointed with her. On the other hand, I'm enjoying the journey of finding a replacement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick Notes About the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* Bloating, gas, and belching today. That's a surprise for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* Still don't miss food one bit. The days are flashing by. 21-days, here I come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick Stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lemonade&lt;/span&gt;: 6 glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Water&lt;/span&gt;: 20 ounces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;: Senna Tea, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt;: Senna Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Healing Crisis&lt;/span&gt;: None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wildcard Stat&lt;/span&gt;: I've used enough toilet paper to wipe King Kong for a week. That's a lotta bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out how I was doing on Day 4 of my first cleanse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-4-part-ii-if-you-could.html"&gt;Cleanse Day 4: If You Could Only Take Two Things With You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113646974065269582?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113646974065269582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113646974065269582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113646974065269582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113646974065269582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/01/cleanse-2-day-4-hold-cake-just-give-me.html' title='Cleanse 2, Day 4: Hold the Cake, Just Give Me the Candles'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113640081338339543</id><published>2006-01-04T01:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:10:25.622-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanse symptoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 3'/><title type='text'>Cleanse 2, Day 3: Chicken Burrito with Beans and Salmonella Sauce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tuesday January 3, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Why are women so strange about being heard in a public bathroom stall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Today was the first day back to work while on the cleanse. I was reminded of how “colorful” bathroom trips can be. As I was fighting not to sound like I had a Chicken Burrito with Beans and Salmonella Sauce, I wondered why women are so dainty about public bathrooms.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Face it, men stand in cattle lines with their family jewels in hand, and we’re afraid of a few sound effects. Sheesh. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, besides my public bathroom antics, today was smooth sailing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I eased my own fear of 21-days by rationalizing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gee, that’s only 6 more of what I just did (3 days).&lt;br /&gt;Six sounds a whooooole lot better than 18.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, whatever works.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other quick notes about the day:&lt;br /&gt;* Woke up with a mild sore throat&lt;br /&gt;* My calves shrank already!&lt;br /&gt;* I slept like a baby&lt;br /&gt;* Just like the last cleanse, I find myself walking fast everywhere. I find that "symptom" quite funny, since I usually complain that everybody is walking too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Quick Stats:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glasses of Lemonade&lt;/span&gt;: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ounces of Water&lt;/span&gt;: 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;: Senna Tea,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt;: Senna Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Healing Crisis&lt;/span&gt;: Not really, just a few itchy spots on the skin in the AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No-Scale Weight Loss&lt;/span&gt;:  Hmmm.. Feet look longer when not wrapped in bloating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wildcard Stat&lt;/span&gt;: I posted more times to the &lt;a href="http://health.groups.yahoo.com/group/mastercleanse/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Yahoo masterclease Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; than any other day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Flashback:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at where I was on Day 3 of my first cleanse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-3-part-i-control-like.html"&gt;Day 3, Part I: Control (Like Janet)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-3-part-ii-over-tall.html"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Day&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3, Part II: Over Tall Buildings in a Single Bound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just in case you missed it, Salmonella is the bacteria, which causes food poisoning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113640081338339543?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113640081338339543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113640081338339543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113640081338339543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113640081338339543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/01/cleanse-2-day-3-chicken-burrito-with_03.html' title='Cleanse 2, Day 3: Chicken Burrito with Beans and Salmonella Sauce'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113632120928590879</id><published>2006-01-03T01:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:09:25.754-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanse symptoms'/><title type='text'>Cleanse 2, Day 2: Thank God for Cleansing During the Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;Monday January 2, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The day started with a “healing crisis” early in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;By 5:40am, I had a rapid heartbeat and wasn’t feeling very well at all. Several years ago, I was on beta blockers to assist with palpitations and rapid heartbeat. The worst started two days after giving birth to my 6-year old. I was rushed to the cardiac ward with a resting heart rate dangerously close to 200 beats per minute. As the staff explained, “200 beats is fast enough to make the heart quit trying.” I have never seen maternity nurses scramble so fast. They seemed more afraid than I was. I remember clearly, it felt like my chest was full of air, and I had to pee a lot. Other than that, I kept asking if I could get up or nurse the baby. Their shocked faces should have been a clear clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, I was actually happy to start Day 2 with a “healing crisis,” because it means I’m getting down to business. &lt;/span&gt;In my mind, I was cleansing whatever caused those heartbeat problems in the past.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also knew the crisis would pass. By 10am, I was feeling great – and VERY thankful I wasn’t cleansing at work. That particular “healing crisis” may have prompted me to quit… just to escape the symptoms at work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I NEVER want to quit just a few days into a cleanse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s 21 days or bust, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;ul  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quick Stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glasses of Lemonade&lt;/span&gt;: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ounces of Water&lt;/span&gt;: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;: Senna Tea, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt;: Senna Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Healing Crisis&lt;/span&gt;: Heck yes, rapid heart rate, lasting about 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight Loss:&lt;/span&gt; Wow. Feet shrank. Son noticed. No kidding. They were bloated from holiday eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wildcard Stat&lt;/span&gt;: Somehow I think I get an award for "fewest food fantasies on day 2."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Flashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Check out where I was on Day 2 of my first cleanse: &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-2-part-i-dormant-volcano.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2, Part I&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-2-part-ii-bodyaches-and.html"&gt;Day 2, Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113632120928590879?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113632120928590879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113632120928590879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113632120928590879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113632120928590879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/01/cleanse-2-day-2-thank-god-for.html' title='Cleanse 2, Day 2: Thank God for Cleansing During the Holiday'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113630451792749342</id><published>2006-01-02T01:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:08:43.147-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cleanse 2, Day 1: Dodging Cheese Biscuits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunday, January 1, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here was the fun part of the day: Sitting in Red Lobster watching my 13-year old son eat dinner. &lt;/span&gt;We always eat out for dinner after church. And just like clockwork, he wanted to know: Where are we gonna eat this time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We?????&lt;/span&gt;” [not the sweet kind...but the kind with an attitude]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Oh. Yeah. Right. Where am I gonna eat today?” [not noticing the fire in my eyes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After recovering from the urge to drop him out of the car and speed off, I realized he was right&lt;/span&gt;. As a single mom with two boys, I’m outa luck for cleansing buddies in the house. My routine should be the only one that changes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Red Lobster host and the waiter both stared at my lemonade mix. I was clearly breaking the rule “No Outside Food.” I must have looked insane enough for them to resist approaching me about the subject. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I felt like Queen of the Hill as I sniffed cheddar biscuits and happily passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The start of the day was a little shaky. I didn’t have the senna tea the night before, because I only one tea bag that I was trying to save. Yikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My body got right to work. I certainly gave PLENTY of reason.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ate holiday-style until the last possible minute. I’m talking Jamaican Curry Chicken and Rice at around 1am, and a fried chicken leg after 2am – all after a New Year’s night service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The day in summary: Mild headaches. Plenty of elimination. The “heavy body” detox feeling. And one big grin for finally starting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quick Stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glasses of Lemonade&lt;/span&gt;: 6 (barely.. still forcing it down after 11pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ounces of Water&lt;/span&gt; (additional): None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM:&lt;/span&gt; Senna Tea, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PM:&lt;/span&gt; Senna Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Healing Crisis&lt;/span&gt;: None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Weight Loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Wildcard Stat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: I think I broke a bathroom record for Cleanse Day 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Flashback:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wanna see where I was on &lt;a href="http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-1-ive-got-issues.html"&gt;Day 1 of my first cleanse&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113630451792749342?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113630451792749342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113630451792749342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113630451792749342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113630451792749342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2006/01/cleanse-2-day-1-dodging-cheese.html' title='Cleanse 2, Day 1: Dodging Cheese Biscuits'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113630390123183909</id><published>2006-01-01T01:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:08:08.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation'/><title type='text'>Cleanse 2, Day 0: Searching the Sofa Cushions for Excuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Saturday, December 31, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh boy. The roaring decision to go on a 21-day fast is turning into a whimper. I’ve been on a preparation roller coaster that Ritalin couldn’t cure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One day I’m excited about the cleanse. The next day my mind is searching for excuses like a junkie looking for extra change between the sofa cushions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“The 31&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; is right after the holiday. You’ll be loaded with holiday food and that will make the cleanse harder.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“The last cleanse was barely three months ago. This one is too soon.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The list went on and on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m happy to report that I stepped off the roller coaster and settled into my decision – with a big smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This time around, I’m adding some quick stats to my posts. Somebody from the Master Cleanse group at Yahoo gave me this idea. My scale is on the fritz, so those stats won’t include weight loss in pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See you tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113630390123183909?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113630390123183909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113630390123183909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113630390123183909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113630390123183909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/12/cleanse-2-day-0-searching-sofa.html' title='Cleanse 2, Day 0: Searching the Sofa Cushions for Excuses'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113588305576403235</id><published>2005-12-29T13:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:07:44.814-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Wisdom Comes Wrapped in Christmas Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I purchased a &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=4100513&amp;amp;cat=133247&amp;amp;amp;amp;type=19&amp;amp;dept=3944&amp;amp;path=0%3A3944%3A133276%3A133247"&gt;Polaroid Dual-Screen DVD Player&lt;/a&gt; for the boys this Christmas. What a buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a limited amount of money, I was able to solve a priceless problem for moms: Getting the kids to travel in silence without some kinda argument or other nerve-numbing, patience-pushing problem. In fact, as the DVD was placed under the tree, the gift tag specifically declared "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No more fighting in the car&lt;/span&gt;." Dang, based on the results, that gift tag should have had &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; name on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this have to do with cleansing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us have developed horrendous eating habits (and other habits, like smoking etc.) over 2 or more decades. But for the limited price of some lemons, and 10-days of reasonable focus, we can experience the priceless results of starting a new life of good health. When you consider it that way, a 10-day cleanse, just like the kids' new DVD, is a small thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get an Amen from the folks who saw life-changing results in just 10 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113588305576403235?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113588305576403235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113588305576403235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113588305576403235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113588305576403235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/12/wisdom-comes-wrapped-in-christmas.html' title='Wisdom Comes Wrapped in Christmas Paper'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113396508248727480</id><published>2005-12-07T09:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:07:10.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Crazy Pie-in-the-Face, Out-on-a-Limb, Lost-Your-Bleeping-Mind Cleansing Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday December 7, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anything done in crazy faith attracts pie-in-the-face criticism.&lt;/span&gt; That’s not only true in circles of religious faith, so don’t run away thinking I’m preparing for a preachy sermon loaded with fire and brimstone. It takes crazy faith to be an inventor. Starting a business in a garage that becomes a software giant takes cuckoo faith. Let’s not forget the insane faith required to be a pioneer of social change. People from &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; of these faith circles endured great criticism – that is until the fruit of their labor was in full bloom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m taking the long route to describe a brief conversation I had with a co-worker recently about the Master Cleanse.&lt;/span&gt; My co-worker is one of my favorite people and he suffers with neck pain that ranges from a nuisance to an excruciating and debilitating monster. He performs detailed research on the topic and visits many doctors for relief. Yet he suffers, and on some level, I hurt with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In our last conversation about the cleanse, he shared his effort to learn more and more about the cleanse for fear there may be long-term consequences. That’s fair enough, because I did the same before I made my leap of faith. But to help him understand that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith is always and the end of knowledge&lt;/span&gt;, I told him one simple thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“The same faith that you exercise when you put yourself into the hands of another doctor is the same faith required to start the Master Cleanse.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can learn as much as you want about a particular topic, but faith is where the rubber hits the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you’re reading this from a chair right now, you’re a faith warrior. Why? Your brain understands how chairs work. You have lots of experience with chairs. But to sit in one without knowing the actual outcome takes faith. Does that sound crazy? Stick with me for a moment…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Bible defines faith as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The essence of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. (Hebrews 11:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have no idea if your chair developed a structural problem. You don’t know if somebody tinkered with the chair in your absence. But you punctuate your knowledge with faith every time you plop your weight into the chair – because you can’t see the future and know if you’ll end up piled on the floor. Just like the scripture implies: You have a hope and expectation that the chair will hold you although the outcome is not seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Read everything you can get your hands on regarding the Master Cleanse. Speak to others who have traveled the road. And when that’s all done, remember that faith – not knowledge – will pave your way for a successful cleanse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...Make that crazy faith, because planning to drink lemonade for 10 or more days will certainly draw strong criticism from your personal circle. Yet the outcome will shut every mouth and probably create a few more cleansers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rock on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113396508248727480?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113396508248727480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113396508248727480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113396508248727480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113396508248727480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/12/crazy-pie-in-face-out-on-limb-lost.html' title='Crazy Pie-in-the-Face, Out-on-a-Limb, Lost-Your-Bleeping-Mind Cleansing Faith'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113103273320822951</id><published>2005-11-03T15:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:06:44.247-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Bad Habits Bite Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thursday November 3, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have an interesting story that isn't for the weak-bellied, virgin-eyes of men who can't handle discussions of female problems. I will say this... the cleanse sent relief for a problem that I thought may result in a major health crisis sometime in the near future. Within the next few days, I'm going to send that story to my female friends via e-mail. If I miss you, drop me a line and I'll make sure to forward...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But for today, I want to talk about what happens when a bad habit gets a foot in the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hit a stressful period over the past 2 weeks. Take a personal injury, add some normal frustration, throw in a dash of family crisis, shake it in a bottle.... and you have my last 2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I actually ate junk food two days in the last 2 weeks, and one of those days was yesterday. I didn't stop at the Twix after lunch, but I threw in an Oreo Cookie Ice Cream Sandwich and a small bag of Funyuns before bed. The result is amazing. Not only am I bloated today, but I feel icky and I was sneezing my head off all morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am actually thankful for my body's quick rejection of bad habits. It gives me the energy to have a better day today. But it also reminds me of the potentially devestating effects that bad habits have over many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know one thing... One more totally unexpected problem this week might send me off the edge into a vat of liquid chocolate. Pass me a straw and get outa my way. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113103273320822951?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113103273320822951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113103273320822951&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113103273320822951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113103273320822951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/11/bad-habits-bite-back.html' title='Bad Habits Bite Back'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-113034606227780213</id><published>2005-10-26T15:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:06:11.085-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The Tragic Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Wednesday, October 26, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must request a moment of silence for body fat... specifically the fat on my belly. You see, since the cleanse, I haven't been able to stomach any meat besides fish. I ate two eggs on the 3rd day after the cleanse and thought I would keel over. My tummy shrank, along with some other stuff. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Body fat is dead. What a tragedy... NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying a life of fruit, veggies, grains, nuts, fish, and some cheese. Yes.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ENJOYING&lt;/span&gt;. I don't miss meat a lick. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As a result, I can look down while I'm driving and see my lap. &lt;/span&gt;Wow. Just as I was getting used to seeing stomach and knees... I can see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAP&lt;/span&gt;. The law should probably count lap-watching in the same category as "driving while talking on a cell phone," because a new lap is very distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still see some bad habits trying to surface, like too many refined carbs. But boy oh boy. The good habits are coming out of the woodwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep clean (distilled, reverse osmosis, spring) water in the house... much more than I used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I spend more time in the produce section of the market than the meat, snack, and bread sections put together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I purchased prepared foods on my last Whole Foods trip... they were all veggie based. Corn cakes. Greens with garlic. Ummmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I eat very few sweets now. I was no "sweet tooth" before, but I'm eating even less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't graze all day. I have no desire to visit the snack machine to fight the midday blahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am totally annoyed that January is still 3 months away. I'm counting the time for my 20-day cleanse. As I told Scott today, I've become the Cleanse Evangelist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-113034606227780213?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/113034606227780213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=113034606227780213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113034606227780213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/113034606227780213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/tragic-aftermath.html' title='The Tragic Aftermath'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-112983204852386588</id><published>2005-10-19T17:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:05:38.520-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orange juice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking the cleanse'/><title type='text'>The Day After: Attack of the Oranges</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;October 19, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would really like to thank all the oranges that gave their lives to sustain me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As most cleansers know, the day after a cleanse is all about the orange juice. It feels strange drinking something besides the lemonade. In fact, I have to dilute my juice. Too strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom treated to dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.rubytuesday.com/"&gt;Ruby Tuesday's&lt;/a&gt; tonight. I went with the healthy onion soup (no cheese and no floating crouton). After a single shallow bowl, I was stuffed! I bit the tip off a french fry... and was unimpressed. I have no taste for it. If I ever return to a life of junky food... it will be about stress and habits... not taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I developed a pain in my left ankle today which got worse as the day progressed. I was limping by evening. I figure it's a cleanse symptom, but it's feeling like a real injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no problems with the soup, although it was likely made with a beef broth base. Didn't upset my stomach or anyting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me that I can drink juice all day, eat a small serving of soup, and feel like I had a 4-course feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw 4 to 6 months... I'm doing this cleasne again in January!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-112983204852386588?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/112983204852386588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=112983204852386588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112983204852386588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112983204852386588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-after-attack-of-oranges.html' title='The Day After: Attack of the Oranges'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-112972855940790269</id><published>2005-10-19T12:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:05:04.628-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanse symptoms'/><title type='text'>Cleanse Day 10, Part II: The Finish Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;October 18, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not sure whether I should laugh or cry. Besides accepting Jesus, this cleanse is the best choice I've ever made. As I look at my last bottle of lemonade, I wonder about life-off-the-cleanse. I notice I'm still eliminating some solid matter and wonder if I should add another day. Then I realize I don't have the ingredients, and I settle for the Finish Line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's a weird symptom that I keep forgetting to note: One tooth became sensitive somewhere around Day 5. No cavity. No nothing. But when I first touch that toothbrush and cold water to my mouth, that tooth sends off an alarm. It's almost like the sensitivity is near the gum of that tooth. Very unusual, and I'm interested to see if it disappears after the cleanse is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Notes to those thinking about the cleanse, or on the cleanse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't settle for less than 10 days. I've read stories about people lasting fewer days for many reasons. Some are afraid. Some get bored with the lemonade although not hungry. This was my first cleanse and I was determined to last the minimum recommended 10 days. Based on my experience, 3 - 5 days is just a kick-start. The real benefits and increased elimination came after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Some experienced tiredness. I only experienced that when I wasn't drinking enough lemonade. It's amazing how the lemonade really packs enough "stuff" to live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, don't forget to visit the blog and read about the challenges of Life After the Cleanse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-112972855940790269?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/112972855940790269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=112972855940790269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112972855940790269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112972855940790269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-10-part-ii-finish-line.html' title='Cleanse Day 10, Part II: The Finish Line'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-112966493418514684</id><published>2005-10-18T18:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:04:07.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking the cleanse'/><title type='text'>Cleanse Day 10, Part I: To Be Or Not To Be Done(?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;October 18, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the time go? Here I am, on big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 10&lt;/span&gt;... the day I settled would be the last day of the cleanse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some healthy elimination today, and it makes me wonder if I should continue. My tongue is losing the coating, and the book says a normal tongue is a sign that the cleanse is over. My teeth are almost fuzz free, and I still feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have to take this opportunity to give big ups and a hearty thanks to Wolf Pacheco.&lt;/span&gt; my coworker who blessed me by sharing this cleanse. I'll never forget sitting in Wolf's office... when he was on DAY 18 of his second cleanse... and seeing how  utterly healthy and "changed" he looked. Besides having one of the coolest names on the planet, Wolf is one cool dude. He was always willing to hang a shingle and become Dr. Wolf when I nagged him with questions about the cleanse. Wolf is going for round 3 in January or so. Check the blog, because I might too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of blog... there's more to the cleanse than the 10 days of lemonade. There are days of coming off the cleanse, and years of adopting to a healthier life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll keep this blog alive until the server crashes - or the Lord returns - whichever comes first.&lt;/span&gt; I look forward to sharing life after this cleanse... and all future cleanses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a day of orange juice. I don't know about you, but that sounds scary to me after days of drinking a certain mix. Sometimes I imagine that I'm so clean inside, any solid food eaten over the next few days may burst straight thru to the other end like a deadly missle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later, as Day 10, Part II will be my last post for the cleanse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a new day. Look forward to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post-Cleanse Day 1: Attack of the Oranges!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-112966493418514684?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/112966493418514684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=112966493418514684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112966493418514684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112966493418514684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-10-part-i-to-be-or-not-to.html' title='Cleanse Day 10, Part I: To Be Or Not To Be Done(?)'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-112964388500616242</id><published>2005-10-18T12:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:03:23.527-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cleanse Day 9, Part II: The Beat Goes On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;October 17, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Wow. This has been quite a ride. It's amazing what a clearer mind can do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I made an adjustment with my 6-year old son on Friday. It's incredible what the "guilt" of a divorce can cause a single mom to do. I was compensating for my son's broken heart by giving him more latitude. The worst part, I didn't realize I was doing it. I thought he was simply a rebel. He was really a kid with a poor boundary. After making slight adjustments, he was writing me love notes by Sunday night! No kidding... God bless him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wham boom. Monday afternoon, I get a glowing report from his teacher. She laughed and said she was gonna check with the office to make sure she had the right class.  Even my son's "partner in crime" was a good boy that day. I wonder if that made my son the ring-leader(?) I wouldn't doubt it for a second. *sigh LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still walk a lot faster.&lt;/span&gt; I wonder if it's because I'm no longer a fire hazard... since my thighs have parted ways. Yeah, they're still close friends. But all that rubbing is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know, I have an awesome co-worker who led me to this cleanse. I'll give him big props on the blog tomorrow, but for now, I have to say this:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You know somebody is really cool when you're allowed to interrupt their work day to ask about bathroom habits. Nothing says "love" like a good bowel chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had a lovely trip to the health food store again yesterday. Here are a few things pertaining to planned life after the cleanse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. I was required to shop often for the cleanse, which is also a necessity for a healthy diet. I had no "quick and easy" options for the lemonade. I will keep that habit, and stay away from quick meals void of nutrition. I believe I'm going to sell my commercial freezer. When eating healthier, a family of 3 should only need the freezer over the fridge. Everything else should be fresh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. My pantry is almost empty now. I dedicated a shelf to pots and pans. Why? I purged canned food. In terms of quality, frozen is second best to fresh. Canned is the bottom of the pit. If something that was once alive can last on a shelf for a year... that should give pause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. My son had an organic pizza with a whole wheat crust, with basil pesto sauce yesterday. Still no fast food pizza for him. I won't quit this trip when it comes to the kids. They follow my lead, and I'm responsible for leading them to a healthier life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It isn't all about the food. TV... even with the kids... is a poor quality option. Yes, I believe we should have our few favorites that we watch together. But, I have had the time of my life playing and chatting with the kids. I didn't realize how far we'd traveled from that. Sometimes "busy" is your worst enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow, on big DAY 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-112964388500616242?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/112964388500616242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=112964388500616242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112964388500616242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112964388500616242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-9-part-ii-beat-goes-on.html' title='Cleanse Day 9, Part II: The Beat Goes On'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-112955726582924711</id><published>2005-10-17T13:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:02:34.059-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health books'/><title type='text'>Cleanse Day 9, Part I: The MasterCard(R) Commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;October 17, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Day 9! One day before the last day! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And that snarky chick is dead&lt;/span&gt;! I guess she met the Porcelain Grave like the other toxins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;19 Organic Lemons: $20.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1 Bottle of Organic Grade B Maple Syrup: $9.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A pasta and cheese girl craving a tomato salad over spring greens with crumbled bleu cheese w/ champaigne baked chicken breast... totally and utterly frickin priceless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I guess I should pause for some of you to pick yourselves up off the floor. If you know me at all... anything with "tomatoes and salad" in the same sentence sounds like crazy-talk. I'd better call mom and make sure she didn't have a massive coronary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into Wawa today to buy my son's school snack. About the only thing I buy there now is peanut butter crackers and yogurt. Even that's a stretch. Did you ever just look at the contents of a convenience store???? Yeah. Hmmm. Convenient place to breed disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a local Wawa employee who lost a lot of weight and looked great. I asked her what she was doing. She loudly proclaimed "I stopped eating the food here." It took her a second to realize the oops. I guess the arrows flying out of her supervisor's eyes didn't help. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But she was quite passionate about it.&lt;/span&gt; She shared with a whisper, "I took time to read the ingredients of the food we prepare here, and just couldn't eat it anymore." Wow. She didn't work there much longer than that. I wonder if she got in trouble for the remark or simply left after the revelation and change in health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started bi-monthly trips to Marlton NJ to visit &lt;a href="http://www.traderjoes.com/"&gt;Trader Joe's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.wholefoods.com/"&gt;Whole Foods&lt;/a&gt; long before I started the cleanse. Now, more than ever, I'm not comfortable in a convenience store or the local food market. By taking my mom with me, she has the same reaction when we miss a trip, and finds her way to our much-smaller local health food market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/1932100385/qid=1129557093/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/002-7000641-1299268?v=glance&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;The China Study&lt;/a&gt;, the author declares that the state of disease in the U.S. comes down to three things: Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I'm sold. It's a new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Notes to those on the cleanse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The body does regulate based on the new schedule. I find that my salt water flush works faster in the AM, and now I can make it through the night after Senna tea (without waking at weird hours for the Bathroom Dash.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Organic limes are a nice change for two reasons (a) they cost less than lemons but give more juice per fruit LOL and (2) they add variety. Even with all the benefits of the cleanse, I find "food boredom" my worst enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's day 9 and I have one day left. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I opted for the 10-day cleanse, but I'm already rethinking that decision&lt;/span&gt;. I look forward to breaking the cleanse on Wednesday and eating solid food by the weekend with the family. But, I don't look forward to deep-sixing the awesome physical, emotional, and spiritual benefits of being on the cleanse. I may not "break" after tomorrow. More on that later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-112955726582924711?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/112955726582924711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=112955726582924711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112955726582924711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112955726582924711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-9-part-i-mastercardr.html' title='Cleanse Day 9, Part I: The MasterCard(R) Commercial'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-112955552563372802</id><published>2005-10-17T12:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:01:46.628-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleansing emotions'/><title type='text'>Cleanse Day 8: Stuck on Snarky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;October 16, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord. My attitude is still stuck on snarky. It's much more fun to be annoyed by a known pest. I managed to limit the two-headed monster with the kids - even got in a few of our fun games with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more energy than ever, and my clothes are starting to reveal the weight loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could just find the switch on the snark-o-meter. It's like a 2-day bout with PMS without the actual PM. Ha. That just leaves "syndrome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor found a single mistake on the programs for the evening service, and I thought I was gonna shred the draft and go join a cult somewhere. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much new to report about cleansing. But I will declare to those considering: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do not quit - no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting two parts for Day 9, starting tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-112955552563372802?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/112955552563372802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=112955552563372802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112955552563372802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112955552563372802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-8-stuck-on-snarky.html' title='Cleanse Day 8: Stuck on Snarky'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-112955496330074056</id><published>2005-10-17T12:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:01:25.595-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleansing emotions'/><title type='text'>Cleanse Day 7, Part II: The Tolerance of a Flea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;October 15, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, my annoyance meter is stuck on hair-raising. I have zero patience with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apology I owe the kids was an easy thing. They must be wondering where there mother went! But the hard part is answering the question... "What am I so annoyed about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few theories. I've read that when you cleanse, you also cleanse your emotional (attitude) centers. Sounded a little loopy to me until today. Foods are also connected to attitude, emotions and behaviors. Am I cleansing that part of my body???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wonder if I'm getting nervous about the approach of Day 10. I don't think I'm ready to ween from my lemonade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I sure wouldn't want to live with me today, but I have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, I'm still feeling great (physically).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the boys wanted Pizza Hut. Not on my watch! I don't want to leave them a legacy that requires cleansing to "fix" their health. The 6-year old settled for Vegan Lasagna, and the 13-year old settled for gluten-free pizza, with a rice crust, made with organic ingredients. Aaaaaah. That's better. A meal a mother can feel good about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-112955496330074056?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/112955496330074056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=112955496330074056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112955496330074056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112955496330074056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-7-part-ii-tolerance-of.html' title='Cleanse Day 7, Part II: The Tolerance of a Flea'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-112942681430385847</id><published>2005-10-16T00:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:58:57.285-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanse symptoms'/><title type='text'>Cleanse Day 7, Part I: The Two-Armed Tape Measure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;October 14, 2005/October 15, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This is really a summary of the end of Day 6. I just couldn't resist writing a Part II...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As I prepared my tea for the bedtime ritual, my 13-year old son ran to give me a hug. He stepped away and paused before returning to his video game. Now if you know my son, anything that causes him to pause before a video game is a big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm. Wow, mom. I can get both arms around you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Now let me qualify that statement. He can probably barely get those short little arms around Halle Berry or Tyra Banks, right????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Anyway, I did notice how he was able to clasp his hands together. Makes me wish I did a weigh-in before the cleanse. (Hush, Wolf. I know... metrics, metrics. I'll get to you on this blog later). :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I feel strange. Not bad strange...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Heavy" is a good term to describe the feeling after large or poor meals... because the strange I feel right now is "light." My movemenst don't feel hindered... almost fluid... like moving in water. Did someone spike my lemonade???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I see how super-healthy eaters stay in such great shape in terms of exercise. It's easy to be vital and active when you feel this good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notes to those on the cleanse:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. I have experienced a few bouts with mild dizziness. They go away as quickly as they start. Have more lemonade and realize that the body is working something out. Don't assume symptoms are from a lack of food and quit the cleanse. Be in it to win it, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2. I'm in day 7. When you get this far in a 10-day cleanse, start mapping your plan for after the cleanse including (1) the list of things you need to come off the cleanse correctly and (2) a personal plan for adopting and maintaining healthy eating habits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3. Never argue that your lemonade is your "food" to a six-year old. Their logic will always win after declaring, "It can't be chewed because there are no whole lemons in it." Smartypants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-112942681430385847?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/112942681430385847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=112942681430385847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112942681430385847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112942681430385847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-7-part-i-two-armed-tape.html' title='Cleanse Day 7, Part I: The Two-Armed Tape Measure'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-112930791084475225</id><published>2005-10-14T15:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:58:12.311-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salt water flush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senna tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanse symptoms'/><title type='text'>Cleanse Day 6: Exodus From Mount Toxic Waste</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;October 14, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is a one-blog-post day. I have an event to attend tonight, and probably won't be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My left eye has been a little red for the past two days. Today it let me know why. It's running. Eeeew. My sinuses opend the Phlegm Factory today. Woulda rather missed that grand opening event. Seeing much more debris in the Porcelain Soup Bowl too. All of this indicates the next phase: The Mass Exodus From Mount Toxic Waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ol' body is letting go of "stuff." My throat feels great, but it still sounds like Kermit took up residence. Skin splotch jumped-up onto my right cheek yesterday, and was gone from my face before I could get home. Had a slight "nervous" tremor in my hands last two nites around bedtime. Time for the ol' girl to part the red sea and let the toxins exodus outa Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Exodus, I am feeling a little like Moses right now. Older. Wiser. Fresh off a mountain from receiving the 10 commandments. Well, except it was 10 lemons with some maple syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set aside some TV watching the past 2 days, and found I didn't really want to use that time. I've enjoyed the quiet evenings of playing with the boys and then reading after they go to bed. I insisted on seeing &lt;a href="http://thewb.warnerbros.com/web/show.jsp?id=EW"&gt;Everwood&lt;/a&gt;, tho. And our game of choice?? &lt;a href="http://www.donkeykonga.com/"&gt;Donkey Konga 2&lt;/a&gt; on Nintendo Gamecube. There's a lotta fun packed in that game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sons have developed a healthy curiosity about the lemonade and mom's new aversion to food. The oldest thinks it's way cool. The youngest just wants to taste the lemonade all the time. I'm thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have a plate of homecooked goodness, and you want cleanse lemonade?" What a clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still having very vivid dreams. The last one featured a cameo appearance by the same neighbor! I'm startin' to wonder.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Notes for those on the cleanse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Keep your lemonade with you at all times. Carry more than you think you need. If you get pulled away or have an extra errand to run, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you don't want to get hungry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Since my Senna tea was still working from the nite before, I skipped the SWF and had another cup of tea for breakfast. This is allowed, but I wouldn't make it a habit. Most accounts hail SWF as the primo was to move waste in the AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be a living testimony and share with others. The response from those around me has been extremely positive. I guess they're thinking, "I'll try this now. Your fool-butt didn't keel over yet, so I guess it's okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-112930791084475225?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/112930791084475225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=112930791084475225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112930791084475225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112930791084475225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-6-exodus-from-mount-toxic.html' title='Cleanse Day 6: Exodus From Mount Toxic Waste'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-112923351854591383</id><published>2005-10-13T20:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:57:10.108-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleansing emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuzzy tongue'/><title type='text'>Cleanse Day 5, Part II: Furry Teeth that Want to Chew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;October 13, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That furry growth on the teeth is proving a weird little pest. The furry growth is cured by brushing, but accumulates lightly after the morning brush, and before I can get home from work. Looks like I have to become one of those geeks that brushes at work. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still don't feel a lick of hunger.&lt;/span&gt; The body gave in and gave up food the first day. Didn't have the nerve to pester me with hunger pangs.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; But I'm on an emotional withdrawal today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned last night how I had a strange "blue" feeling come and go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, Mr. Blue has been creeping again, and I realize what it is. Although the body gave up a long time ago, the mind seems to just be catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What, you're really not going to EAT? These teeth with the fuzzy growth really won't CHEW?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By many accounts, cleansers reach a point where it's not about the toxins or absent food. It's about a new clarity in other areas. I'm at the halfway point. Things I notice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have so much more structure to my day&lt;/span&gt;. Since daily preparation is crucial during a cleanse, my whole schedule is improved.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I get up earlier.&lt;/span&gt; I'm even better about timely meals for the kids because I have to spend time preparing lemonade anyway. While I was waiting for my SWF to kick in today, I actually sat with the 6-year old and read him a book while he ate his breakfast cereal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual routine is: rush out the door at the last minute, grab some quick (and icky) breakfast, eat in the car and rush to school. Now, he's eating an organic cereal before school and not rushing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. More later. *grinning ear to ear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-112923351854591383?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/112923351854591383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=112923351854591383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112923351854591383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112923351854591383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-5-part-ii-furry-teeth-that.html' title='Cleanse Day 5, Part II: Furry Teeth that Want to Chew'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-112921753448677515</id><published>2005-10-13T14:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:56:29.425-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salt water flush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanse symptoms'/><title type='text'>Cleanse Day 5, Part I: Squirrels and Salt Water Flush Don't Mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;October 13, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Salt Water Flush was finally a success today. I still only drank 75% to 80% of it, but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Tip for Those Who Want to Try the Cleanse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The directions say "lukewarm" for the SWF, but I added a few degrees. I got great results even tho I was not able to drink 100% of the mixture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The results were so good, I was still in flush mode on the way to my son's school. The squirrel that ran in front of my car on this rainy day almost caused an incident in the car - if you know what I mean. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to self: no sudden moves or startling events while still Flushing&lt;/span&gt;. I learned the same lesson yesterday when I was practically running into the building and jumped onto the curb. The extra energy made me do it. Those who have cleansed before are laughing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a slight sinus drip during the late evening and in the morning, but I have almost no sign of allergies during the day. I sneezed at work today... even thought I didn't have that "allergic" feeling that usually goes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headaches threatened to pop-up last nite... but went away just as quickly. I have a little itchy acne-like splotch on the left side of my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overall news is the same: I feel like Superwoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run after work and get my Reverse Osmosis Water at Bonterra Market for $0.37 per gallon. You can't beat the price for good clean water. The only trick... you gotta bring your own container or you must buy one. The 2 gal container with nice spout for dispensing is $13 (first fill of water included).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-112921753448677515?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/112921753448677515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=112921753448677515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112921753448677515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112921753448677515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-5-part-i-squirrels-and.html' title='Cleanse Day 5, Part I: Squirrels and Salt Water Flush Don&apos;t Mix'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-112920864710707902</id><published>2005-10-13T12:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:50:20.178-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raw food diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep patterns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health books'/><title type='text'>Cleanse Day 4, Part II: If You Could Only Take 2 Things With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;October 12, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was my first day back to work since starting the cleanse. Our building was treated to a fire alarm. I bounced from my chair and froze in my tracks. I had to stop and get the two most important things from my cubicle (1) my lemonade (2) my car keys. I can't afford to get hungry or get stranded without a Porcelain Throne Retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been visiting the &lt;a href="http://www.rawsome.com/"&gt;rawsome &lt;/a&gt;website, launched by a woman who essentially changed her entire health and overall life by adopting a raw foods lifestyle. Now I can't imagine myself eating only raw food, but I can surely agree with her call for everyone to add some raw foods to the diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I have had some serious conversations with myself about food and vitality. I put a pindrop of bbq sauce on my tongue last nite, swashed, and spit. It tasted *funny.* We live on a lifetime of substances that our body finds odd. French Women Don't Get Fat, my latest reading material, takes a light (yet informative and action-based) look at the balance between health, vitality, and the enjoyment of all kinds of food. I'm actually having fun considering healthier life after the cleanse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only heard once before that we cleanse physical AND emotional crap from our bodies. I'm starting to wonder if that's valid, because I had a short period of the blues last night. Weird. Didn't last long, but was very sudden and very obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a vivid dreamer (full of colors, sound, other sensory activity, etc.). It's like being awake. Well over the past 3 days or so, my dreams have been much more vivid, and involve more people that I know. Last night, it was the neighbor. It would be interesting to find out that what I learned in the dream was true. Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-112920864710707902?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/112920864710707902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=112920864710707902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112920864710707902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112920864710707902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-4-part-ii-if-you-could.html' title='Cleanse Day 4, Part II: If You Could Only Take 2 Things With You'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-112913664868535933</id><published>2005-10-12T16:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:54:45.828-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salt water flush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limes'/><title type='text'>Cleanse Day 4, Part I: Wrangle Me A Lemonade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;October 12, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all in like Flynn now. I'm not interested in somebody wrangling me a steak... just pass the lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeling great today. The Salt Water Flush was almost a total success this AM... well... until I almost didn't make it into the building at work later. Note to self: Decrease salt for those who "flush" too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey ladies...&lt;/span&gt; My feet are slim! You know, that sleeker look, showing off the arch, and the oh-so-sexy *gasp* extra little space between the toes. No more chubb on da feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking places faster than ever, without that little "whew, glad that's over" at the end. I would NEVER imagine having more energy to exercise while &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not eating&lt;/span&gt;. The Standard American Diet, and the accompanying mindset, would never allow for such crazy-talk. I got mad at the slow elevator and took 2-flights of stairs today. In heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking people if I'm talking too loudly. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can hear everything&lt;/span&gt;. Even my own voice is too loud for me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can smell everything, too.&lt;/span&gt; I have an air pattern in my home, that allows me to smell aroma oil upstairs when burned at a certain place downstairs. BUT, this AM... I stood at that spot at the top of the stairs and could smell my son's cold cereal downstairs. What da? I went back 3 times to make sure that's what I was smelling. He musta been in the airstream. But dang. Like I told W.P. and S.S., &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm the bionic woman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Notes to those who want to try the cleanse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you think you're in love with food, you'll find out you're not&lt;/span&gt;. Heck, food and I were married. That thingy with my ex-husband was bigamy. If I can find this level of vitality on a cleanse, you can too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The limes were a success&lt;/span&gt;. Delicious. I didn't really need the change, but it was nice nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-112913664868535933?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/112913664868535933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=112913664868535933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112913664868535933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112913664868535933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-4-part-i-wrangle-me.html' title='Cleanse Day 4, Part I: Wrangle Me A Lemonade'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-112912406149527459</id><published>2005-10-12T12:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:54:06.238-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep patterns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senna tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleansing emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal care'/><title type='text'>Cleanse Day 3, Part II: Over Tall Buildings in a Single Bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh my Lord. I don't know what to say about feeling better OFF of solid food than I ever felt while EATING food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I danced as I prepared a nice-sized dinner for my sons... and even invited mom over to have my plate. I treated them all to a bbq chicken dinner, with cornbread and asparagus. I even served on glass plates. As a single mom, my standard for at least a year+ has been paper and plastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By the time my mother got to the the house, she had a tentative look. I guess she figured I'd be drawn in the face and clawing at the walls for a chicken leg. I literally felt like I could run around my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed down my entire body with Dr. Bronners Castile Soap (Tea Tree variety). I noticed a "bruised" looking area on my left had that stung when submerged in water. That's my first skin blemish. I'm actually encouraged. That means I'm starting to eliminated through my skin. Yipee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nite ended with Senna tea at 8:30pm... hoping to not have some "action" at 4am. Tomorrow is my first day back to work. I'd like to still be asleep at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, I was up at 2:30am, 3am and 3:20am. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeling like the million-dollar-woman. Yes, a little bionic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The hardest part of the day...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Not licking my finger when it was all stuck with bbq sauce and cornbread crumbs after serving the kids. Believe it or not, the thought only lingered for the few seconds before rinsing my hands. Piece of cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another spell of tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...You know? Since the time I made the decision to accept Christ and live for the Lord, this cleanse is the biggest leap of faith I've made. As I watched Joyce Meyer talk this AM about "putting God first," I found myself "full" and thankful for the cleanse. There's nothing better in life than meeting a challenge that seemed impossible... especially when you chose the journey between you and the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go ahead and admit this "out loud"... I'd really like to be one of the folks who stays on the cleanse for 40 days. I'm loving the freedom from food. Most folks know the Biblical story of how Jesus fasted in the wilderness for 40 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many report, my vision is better. Strange to me, since I always test at 20/20. I don't get tired walking places, and I'm not as annoyed by the little glitches in daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow as the dancing continues. Rock on, sistah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-112912406149527459?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/112912406149527459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=112912406149527459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112912406149527459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112912406149527459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-3-part-ii-over-tall.html' title='Cleanse Day 3, Part II: Over Tall Buildings in a Single Bound'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-112905204332149189</id><published>2005-10-11T16:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:52:44.839-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health books'/><title type='text'>Cleanse Day 3, Part I: Control (Like Janet)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;October 11, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who doesn't remember the song "Control" by Janet Jackson? Okay... who over 30 doesn't remember?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly how I felt today. It's 1:13pm, and I'm shocked at what a difference a day makes. I'm not having food fantasies. I'm already turned off to the thought of returning to some foods (like the Pork Roll and Cheddar Cheese sandwich I have almost every time we bowl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I look forward to preparing dinner for the kids tonite (BBQ chicken, with Bone Suckin' Sauce from Whole Foods, organic Asparagus prepared in butter and garlic, and corn bread). You'd think I would dread the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not a lick hungry.&lt;/strong&gt; Well... until I got a "grumble" for leaving my lemonade at home while running errands. But no crisis. I didn't want to run to Mickey D's to fix the lemonade absence. In fact, all I wanted to do was get home. I feel great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased 6 limes today. I may go with a lime drink, or a lemon/lime mix. Why not? Variety is the spice of life. Ugh. That's so cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also purchased 3 books. In addition to spending more time in prayer, reading my Bible, and severely limiting my TV watching, I want to get some other reading in. Here's the titles I purchased:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;French Women Don't Get Fat:&lt;/strong&gt; The Secret of Eating for Pleasure (Mireille Guiliano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;The China Study:&lt;/strong&gt; Startling Implications for Diet, Weight Loss and Long-Term Health (T. Colin Campbell, PhD with Thomas M. Campbell II)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Death by Prescription:&lt;/strong&gt; The Shocking Truth Behind an Overmedicated Nation (Ray D. Strand, M.D.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I'm sticking to a common theme. LOL I hope to have book reviews for these and other titles I've read in recent past (such as Kevin Trudeau's latest book and others).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to weigh myself during the cleanse, but I can say: Halfway thru Day 3, I had no objections or other challenges of resistance as I went to put on my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tips for those on the cleanse: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. To help keep my skin under control, I'm using a product that I purchased at Whole Foods Market:&lt;/strong&gt; Gentle Skin Peel: Papaya Enzyme &amp;amp; Fruit Acid Skin Peel (by Earth Science). I don't know if this will actually help, but my skin looks a lot better today than it was last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Prepare yourself for the cost. &lt;/strong&gt;I purchased 19 organic lemons (approx. 3.5-day supply) today, and they cost just over $20. The Grade B organic Maple Syrup was approx. $10 for a 4-day supply. That's not huge, when you consider all the lunches and other meals your saving... but I think I anticipated "lemons" as a much smaller expense. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Don't skip a "meal."&lt;/strong&gt; I was feeling tired, but not hungry, almost all morning. Although I wasn't hungry, I finally drank some lemonade around 10:15am. Within 1 minute (no exaggeration), I was ready to tackle the day. I was waiting until I felt hungry to drink the lemonade, but I didn't realize I was tired because I skipped the lemonade for "breakfast."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;More later as I end Day 3 tonight and publish Part II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-112905204332149189?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/112905204332149189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=112905204332149189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112905204332149189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112905204332149189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-3-part-i-control-like.html' title='Cleanse Day 3, Part I: Control (Like Janet)'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-112903142736747241</id><published>2005-10-11T10:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:51:36.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep patterns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senna tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food fantasies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanse symptoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuzzy tongue'/><title type='text'>Cleanse Day 2, Part II: Bodyaches and Belches</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;October 10, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ache like I’ve been exercising.&lt;/strong&gt; I didn’t know that the Porcelain Squat was a contact sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Talk about contact sports, my son wanted Mickey D’s today. I’m not big on feeding that to the kids, but the idea sure beat fixing a fabulous home-cooked meal that I couldn’t eat. In rare form, he wanted to eat in the car tonight. Sitting in that confined space, the smell of cheeseburgers with extra onions and those oh-so-fried-right-salty-fries was something like a gourmet meal from the food channel. He had the nerve to smack as he ate. It seemed like I could hear every bite. I wanted to “contact” him at that point. I rolled my eyes, asked for an end to the smacking, and sipped my lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh Lord, I’m fantasizing again. I can’t wait to go to Whole Foods, get some good beef, organic toppings, and whole grain organic buns. I’ll show him cheeseburger with extra onions. Hmm… I wonder what day after breaking the cleanse I can have a burger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I drive home as he smacks on the fries. I almost ask for one just so I can lick it and throw it out the window. Lick it? What kinda junkie is that??? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mom calls because she wants me and the boys over for a big fish feast on Friday. Oh no. She remembers the cleanse. When was the last time you had to turn down a dinner invite? &lt;strong&gt;“I’m sorry, I must decline. I still won’t be eating solid food by next weekend.” &lt;/strong&gt;Just saying the words made my body want to rebel. “Down, girl!” (Where’s my whip).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I end the night with the last of the 60 ozs of lemonade. I’m pleased that it’s actually difficult to drink all 10 glasses each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tomorrow is D Day. Day 3. The Big Kahuna. As I finish writing this, the volcano rumbles in the belly of Kahuna Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;More tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Notes for those doing the cleanse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. A furbie started growing in my mouth today. My tongue has a white film that looks like a small stuffed animal. The same film is creeping onto my teeth, although brushing gets rid of it. You couldn’t sandblast the stuff off the tongue, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2. Many say the Senna tea works overnight. I take mine around 10pm. The first time, I was up at 4:30am or so. Last night, I was up twice between 2am and 3:30am. In spite of getting up in the middle of the night, I am sleeping better than usual in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-112903142736747241?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/112903142736747241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=112903142736747241&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112903142736747241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112903142736747241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-2-part-ii-bodyaches-and.html' title='Cleanse Day 2, Part II: Bodyaches and Belches'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-112897631099692459</id><published>2005-10-10T19:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:50:19.476-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salt water flush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanse symptoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal care'/><title type='text'>Cleanse Day 2: Part I, Dormant Volcano</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;October 10, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Aw shucks. I feel great today. I was using 1/2 the Maple Syrup from the recipe yesterday, and didn't realize it. The correct amount makes the lemonade too sweet, so I cut it by 1 tbsp per 2 cups. Aaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;True to the promise, I'm not hungry after my second day with no food. It's only 4:00pm on the second day, but the average person would be hungry by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also realize that Day 2 is the calm before the storm.&lt;/strong&gt; According to most accounts, the most challenging days are Day 3 and Day 4... where the body really starts throwing off toxins and waste buildup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My face is greasy and getting that "I'm gonna erupt on you any minute now" look. If you've ever had acne or PMS skin problems, you know what I'm talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Although my stomach doesn't feel hungry, it's getting that "I'm gonna erupt in a homage to the Porcelain God" feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The worst part of the day was "trying" to do the Salt Water Flush. It took me 2 minutes to down 1/2 the mixture, and was only able to add a few sips 3 minutes later. I suspect I didn't get the benefit I needed, but I literally *couldn't* get it down. What I was able to get down was already playing peek-a-boo with my throat... threatening to re-enter the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I suspect that between now and bedtime, I'll have more to report. I promise a Part II tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tidbits for those thinking about going thru the cleanse:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. I purchased 18 lemons. Based on my squeezing method, I require 1 whole lemon for 1 glass of lemonade. I was feelin' pretty good in the store, but doing the math meant I only had 3 day's worth. &lt;strong&gt;Get LOTS of lemons.&lt;/strong&gt; LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2. Guidelines say you can alter the amount of Maple Syrup - more if you wanna gain weight, less if you wanna lose more weight. I'm not really concerned about the weight, but the full amount is just too sweet for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;The Salt Water Flush is as hard as many say it is.&lt;/strong&gt; It turned this trooper into a whimp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4. Buy moist personal wipes (not the ones for your hands... the ones for more "personal" cleansing). I bet these will come in handy during the day, when you want to feel fresh. It's not the &lt;strong&gt;frequency&lt;/strong&gt;... it's the &lt;strong&gt;consistency&lt;/strong&gt;. (Hey, just being honest to help somebody LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-112897631099692459?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/112897631099692459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=112897631099692459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112897631099692459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112897631099692459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-2-part-i-dormant-volcano.html' title='Cleanse Day 2: Part I, Dormant Volcano'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-112896908177394441</id><published>2005-10-10T17:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:49:20.529-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleansing emotions'/><title type='text'>Cleanse Day 1: I've Got Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;October 9, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Day 1 was quite a day. I hit some "spots" that others report later in the cleanse. I'll share:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I had several headaches. BUT, as promised, each went away with a trip to the porcelain throne. You should have seen me, on a Sunday morning, running from my usher post at church every few moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I developed a pain in my left hip, my left side, a wrist, and my neck. I hear this is evidence, that the cleanse is working out some stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I skipped the Salt Water Flush in the AM since I had a 9am meeting and didn't know how my body would react. I went with the Senna herbal tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I went bowling during the evening, and there was my hussie friend at the concession stand. Unfortunately, I had to take my 13-year old son to meet her. It was quite an experience, for the first time, pretending she wasn't there. It was harder than I hoped, but easier than I expected. Good Lord, had food been a part of EVERY good, bad, and ugly event in my life?? Dang, I've got issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The worst part was the evening. Usually, it would be snack night. Holiday. No work. Stay up late with the kids. Ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So I went to my room late in the evening, and found myself &lt;strong&gt;crying&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh Lord. I'm not hungry (as the cleansing guidelines promised), &lt;strong&gt;so what's the problem&lt;/strong&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In those few moments alone, every way that I'd mistreated myself with crappy food flashed by. It was like some sorta moment-of-clarity, where God answered my prayers to reveal anything that's holding me back. He's true to His word, and had a conversation with me right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When I finally dried-out and stopped looking like a drama queen, I drank my Senna tea and went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-112896908177394441?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/112896908177394441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=112896908177394441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112896908177394441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112896908177394441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-1-ive-got-issues.html' title='Cleanse Day 1: I&apos;ve Got Issues'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-112896823474379488</id><published>2005-10-10T17:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:41:00.773-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stanley Burroughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master Cleanse'/><title type='text'>Cleanse Day 0: Shop Til You Drop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;October 8, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If you're planning to cleanse, you need to know how "strange" it feels the day before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Now I've fasted, with just water, for 36 hours. That's an easy thing, because you can almost taste your next meal. I've even "consecrated" for weeks, where you limit certain foods (like junk and red meat), but continue to live a fairly normal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But committing to 10-20 days of &lt;strong&gt;no solid food&lt;/strong&gt; does something to the brain as the day approaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My first instinct was a large or "junky" farewell meal. Yet somehow, as the evening approached, my taste buds went on strike. Were they angry at me, or just helping me keep from gorging and making the beginning of the cleanse a nightmare? I don't know, but I thank them anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I rarely see people talk about the shopping spree, required to get all of the ingredients. It's not like a regular trip to the health food store - I guess because your brain is still trying to make logic of days with no familiar food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The strangest part was selecting the right sized bottles to make the lemonade in. A serving is 10 oz, so I found 20 and 30 oz bottles of some strange drink. The wide mouth was the key... don't wanna need a funnel to pour in the lemonade! I promptly disposed of the nasty drink in the bottles. When was the last time you shopped for a drink to harvest the bottle? Kinda like Buying a $20 CD for your one favorite song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I almost forgot the Senna laxative tea. That would not have been pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As for my "last meal"... it turned out to be a small bag of organic pretzels and a bowl of cereal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;End the prep. The show is ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-112896823474379488?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/112896823474379488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=112896823474379488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112896823474379488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112896823474379488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleanse-day-0-shop-til-you-drop.html' title='Cleanse Day 0: Shop Til You Drop'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17688262.post-112896691615341284</id><published>2005-10-10T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:18:04.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Enemy Masquerading as a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Did you ever discover that someone you liked secretly despised you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see... I developed a close relationship to a former friend very much like that. This friend, dating back to childhood, was steadfast and committed to our relationship. Not a single event in my life -- good or bad -- went by without the love, support, and comfort of my friend. We became especially close when my parents separated when I was 17. The deal was sealed when this friend moved in after my own divorce at the age of 32. We were tighter than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, at 34, I'm rethinking the relationship. Darnit if that friend isn’t the food that has me wrapped in a warm hug called excess body fat. Worse than the fat, I’m a walking toxic zone.&lt;br /&gt;How I escaped being a 300 lb. freak show amazes me. Heck… how I escaped a diseased life triggered by those toxins is another miracle. It’s true that “God sits high and looks low.” If it wasn’t for good genes, I’d be one of those big mamas in a Richard Simmons exercise video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm committing to 10 days on The Master Cleanse. I want to go 20 days because this cleanse is really a fond farewell to that hussie old friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who aren't familiar, The Master Cleanse is a 10-, 20-, 30- or even 40-day commitment to drink a "lemonade" mix (with no solid food) to totally de-toxify the body. A Google® search on The Master Cleanse reveals a sea of personal testimonies of people whose lives were changed after detoxification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll chronicle my food-free days on this blog, and talk about the humorous side of surviving the journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17688262-112896691615341284?l=cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/feeds/112896691615341284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17688262&amp;postID=112896691615341284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112896691615341284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17688262/posts/default/112896691615341284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cleansemasterremix.blogspot.com/2005/10/enemy-masquerading-as-friend.html' title='An Enemy Masquerading as a Friend'/><author><name>Hawa Bond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17191367234186509296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HUD5jWhDN2s/SKrh4WpWoXI/AAAAAAAAABI/MDNeme5vQh0/S220/me150x150.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
