Flushing toxic chemicals and relationships from your body

Because I've received a lot of questions about my second official cleanse, I thought I'd go into a little more detail for those inquiring minds. My first, the Master Cleanse, brought me to my current way of eating. After completion, my skin was glowing, everything was brilliant, and the only (food) items I wanted in my mouth were crunchy vegetables and juicy fruits, so I went raw. It was very natural, like falling in love, and I've never been happier.

I decided to enhance that happiness through deeper cleansing and began the Ejuva program. The first week was easy: a single round of herbs plus three meals, although, for most people, the meals are decidedly abnormal. They have to be raw vegan meals with organic fruit, vegetables, and freshly pressed juices. Week 2 was a bit harder, fruit for breakfast and a salad for dinner, accompanied by 2 herbal rounds. I also had to play three shows during this time. Fairly exhausting but also fun, especially the Highland Park Music Fest, where we photographed with cute little Erynne. Week 3 sucked at first, offering only one meal per day and 3 rounds of herbs. My late lunch consisted of a large salad, which isn't usually enough to satiate me, but I got used to it surprisingly quickly and quite liked it. I even had enough energy for a quick getaway to SF to watch my dear friend play one of her first shows with her new band. She was so cute and capable. We ate at my fave Bay Area restaurant, Cafe Gratitude. The patio was earthy and beautiful, reminding me of Big Sur, and the food was tres yummers.

Cut to this week, the meal-less one, which began with a rather crippling Monday, most likely due to a scanty (for me) 5 hours of sleep and the prospect of only juice plus 4 rounds of herbs, whose smell was making me rather ill. Once I got some juice in me, I felt way better. Orange-pomegranate was my first concoction. Mmm. I proceeded to make some vitamin D by the pool and had Luke test my blueberries for me, relegated to liquids. He said they were ripe and sweet but also hot and therefore not enjoyable. Well, they were in the sun. What did he expect? He said I should pick some and put them in the fridge. This reminded me of that wonderful William Carlos Williams poem:

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast.

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.

Sans cool scrumptious fruit, I still felt like a million bucks on Tuesday, when I procured some deliciousness from Beverly Hills Juice. That place is amazing. I'd always wanted to visit, but it's kind of hard to spot. It's on Beverly just east of Orlando. I had tangelo juice that blew my mind. I went back yesterday and bought enough for today, which is Day 4 of my juice fast. I feel reasonably well, despite the fact that I had a fight with a mean boy from my past and was forced to reiterate, this time in even stronger language, that he never talk to me again, and I think I feel great today because I meant it. I'm stoked that this cleanse has become a spiritual detox, just like my first, and that both times I found myself pressured to fully let go of that meanie. Clearly, the universe wants him flushed from my system. My brave words yesterday will accomplish what pouring lemonade on his head at a party nine months ago somehow didn't. Now he can join my beet-colored eliminations in the toilet.

Oprah is on a vegan cleanse, too. I was so excited to hear of it that I posted a really long note to her message boards. Back to music and apple-blackberry juice. Oh, my nerdiness! You know you love it... ;)