So, this morning I decided it was time to subject myself to this imfamous saltwater flush, and I must say, starvation is cake compared. It is like chugging a Nalgene of warm ocean. Plugging your nose doesn't help mask any of the yuck either. I really don't think I can do it daily. As long as solids continue to work their way through me, I think I am good in the saltwater department. I'll drink all the tea necessary, just please keep that stuff away. I did visit the restroom an extra time today, though. I continue to have white tongue, and Nick confirmed that I am not the only one who has noticed a new yellow hint to my "eliminations." Can't say that my sense of smell, weight, energy, or attention has changed much, though. I am struggling to drink my ten servings of lemonade, so I need to make an effort to drink water since I am pretty sure I am dehydrated; I have had a "hang-over" headache most of yesterday and today.
Good news for me- When Nick finishes his week of cleansing, Ten (roommate) is going to join me for the second half of my trial. It will help to not have any food or cooking going on at the house and to still have someone to talk to about the strange things our bodies do.
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