One of the pet peeves I had while I was looking for cleanse info/reviews was finding people saying “oh hey I’m starting this cleanse” and that was the last thing they had to say about it. For future googlers, I’m halfway through this godforsaken Wild Rose D-Tox cleanse. Here’s how it’s going:
I certainly experienced the fatigue that was listed as a side effect. I crashed hard on Monday afternoon. The upside is that I’ve been sleeping like the dead all week, which feels nice in the mornings. Downside: I still crash at about 8:00pm every day.
I also started off really, REALLY hungry. It took a while to remember that I need to eat some whole grains with just about everything. That means lots of brown rice with all meals. Eight days in, and I’m eating less, and also less hungry. I don’t know if that means I’m getting used to things or just bored and resigned to a smaller diet.
If you’re going to do this cleanse, buy the cookbook. Don’t ask whether it’s worth it, just buy it. Your tastebuds will thank you. It’s also a handy investment if you ever entertain friends who have every food sensitivity known to mankind.
My terrible $10 bathroom scale has told me nothing in terms of weightloss (I suppose that’s what I get for buying a terrible $10 scale), but my pants say that at least a couple pounds are gone.
I have yet to experience any of the “clarity” or “extra energy” or other feel-good benefits that cleanse-takers report. I am trying to look at that in a positive light, and deduce that it’s because I was not particularly toxic to begin with, and am not sensitive to all of the things I’m really missing eating right now.
I am uncharacteristically (yes, even for me) short tempered and generally cranky. I snap like a twig. I’m not otherwise emotional – not weepy or sentimental – just highly annoyed pretty much 24/7, for no good reason (other than a distinct lack of mushroom cheeseburgers).
I haven’t had any other “to be expected” symptoms of “sugar withdrawl” such as headaches, etc.
The pooping is bad, but not as bad as I’d initially expected. It’s unpleasant, and often urgent, but nothing compared to the prep one needs to do for a barium enema or a colonoscopy (says the girl with a family history of IBD), and CERTAINLY nothing compared to food poisoning. So that’s something, I guess.
If you asked me today whether or not I’d ever do this again, the answer is a resounding NO.
I might be a bit slimmer (that’s a big might, and remember, brought on by having liquefied my digestive tract for nearly 2 weeks), but I don’t otherwise feel any notable benefits from doing this so far.
And the negatives (being highly annoyed all the time, making everyone feel awkward by refusing cake/beer/anything except green tea and the blueberries my poor mom went out and got for me at my dad’s birthday, being insanely tired most of the time, did I mention the crankiness? and the pooping?) far outweigh the positives.
I’ll check in again once it’s all done, and once I’ve hopefully regained my usually cheerier outlook.