Do you remember that old movie Heavy Weights? Early Ben Stiller where he is crazy (evil!) fitness guru Tony Perkis who runs a fatcamp for kids?
At one point, the kids and camp counselors stage a coup, lock up crazy Tony, and have an all-night food-fueled orgy of gorging. If you haven’t seen it, or need a reminder, check out the video clip. The carnage starts around the 6-minute mark.
Anyhow, I was not quite so hedonistic, but when I got home last night, poked at my millet and stared at the box of supplements again, I broke. I could not face imposing this horrible cleanse upon myself for another minute.
Even though it was a day and a half early, I nixed the entire stupid wild rose herbal d-tox and went to Wendy’s.
After a Jr. Bacon Cheeseburger combo, with a coke natch, some gummy worms and beer, and a bit of running around at Ultimate (which I haven’t had the energy for during the entire stupid cleanse), I felt orders of magnitude better.
And this is not “I did a cleanse and it made me feel better” better, it’s “I finally gave my body some real food and actual calories and let them remain in my person long enough to absorb some energy and nutrients.”
As far as I’m concerned, I will never, ever do a cleanse again, and I wouldn’t recommend them to anyone else, either.