Day 5 - Where's the Beef? Swirling down the sink, obviously...

I own an Ion Cleanse machine. I used to think they were a big joke, fake, totally NOT able to work. Until I actually TRIED it. Some things you just have to experience for yourself. I became a believer. So much, in fact, that faced with the knowledge that nobody within a 200 mile radius owned a REAL one (you can get cheap Chinese knockoffs for $100, but run the highly probably risk of shock as you become the ground for the machine that you place in water - not a good idea), I committed thousands of dollars (I won't say the exact amount because then my husband may find out how much it REALL cost, and that would not be a good thing in my world) and bought one.

Here is the theory: everyone knows how good a shower feels, or standing in front of a waterfall, or the ocean. Why? Because the movement of the water releases negative ions, which help your body detox by soaking into your body, bonding with the positive ions, and creating an aura of healing around your body. Okay, that sounded really hokey and stupid, but it's something like that, except with the ion cleanse the low-grade electrical current that runs through the machine into the water, then up through the bottoms of your feet, help pull the toxins back out through your feet, causing the water to turn all sorts of nasty. The nastier the better, I always say.

So this morning I woke up knowing I wanted to do the ion cleanse, wanting to see if my no cows no pigs decision would affect the outcome of the ion cleanse water. I sat in the warm water for 22 minutes, reading my latest Mary Karr, not thinking about what was happening below me. Then it happened. Let me first explain that I have little to no sense of smell. I don't know why. I think it's mainly because I just don't concentrate on it or something. It could have something to do with childhood allergies, or maybe some disease called No Smell Things in my Nose. Not sure. All I know is that at that moment somewhere around the 19 minute mark, the aroma of old bacon grease mixed with motor oil and skunk reached my nostrils, and I cried out an automatic "Whew!" and started waving my Mary Karr over the tub. I looked down. EW. The water was BLACK (I kid you not - why would I lie about that?) and rust foam and white cloudy fatty crap was floating on top, and I started laughing.

It is my suspicion that my body truly realizes I am committed to this cleansing process and is now releasing the old cow/pig toxins from my body. I've seen it with my ion cleanse clients and know it's true. If we continue to put unhealthy things into our body, it has to continually gird itself against us so doesn't have time to maintain a healthy flow of energy throughout. It's just trying to survive the slow self-destruction we're subjecting it to.

How do I feel at this moment? I feel a sun glowing softly in my midsection; it is wide open, a green field with little wildflowers (corny? Yes, but it is how I feel right now). I am happy. I am singing and bouncy and almost giddy. I'm excited for life, even with these current emotional intensities and shifts and changes. I don't care! I can handle anything that comes around the bend! I can type with a lot of exclamation points because I'm THAT happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Did this all start a week ago when I made that decision? Maybe. But I think it's more the ENERGY behind the decision that started the large wheels turning. I could've decided to give up coffee, or chocolate, and maybe had the same outcomes. I don't know. I don't care. All I know is that I'm feeling this deepness inside of me and even if I'm falling into it, I like the falling. It feels right. Where will I end up? I have no idea. Maybe I'll just keep falling back into myself, back into my Life.