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I’m just going to whine today. That’s what I do on [tag]Liver Flush [/tag]weekends… at least for the first part of the weekend. We got an early start on this one by starting Friday. The only restriction the first day is that you can’t have anything with fat in it. This doesn’t sound so odious, but you don’t really miss foods with fat in them until you can’t have them.

So even though I have as many grape tomatoes, bananas, apples and fresh bread that Lappe made last week, my world felt like it was coming to an end because I couldn’t have [tag]Ben and Jerry’s [/tag]or a grilled cheese sandwich.

Having the new kitchen added to the faux suffering. Our kitchen just screams “COOK IN ME” all the time, but I swear last night it screamed “COOK SOMETHING WITH FAT IN IT.” The Queen of my Universe didn’t hear it, but she doesn’t have the ear for whine like I do.

Then comes the worst part of the whining… not eating dinner AT ALL and drinking epsom salts instead to loosen up the liver. Then for a nightcap, it’s olive oil mixed with grapefruit juice. QoMU gets a perverse joy watching me drink this one, but since she reassured me that most of the grapefruit was on the bottom of the glass, and that I’d made it through the really hard part.

Waking up in the morning and not eating breakfast sucks too… you can’t eat until lunch. What makes missing breakfast better is dreaming about lunch… the first FAT meal since Thursday. We decided to treat ourselves to an Indian buffet, a movie and a new thrift store we just discovered.

Movies are great when you don’t want to move on a hot day. We saw [tag]Iron Man[/tag]. We’re both huge [tag]Robert Downey Jr. [/tag]fans and wanted to see the movie a couple weeks ago, but shoulder decay, children and work kept getting in the way. Damn this industrial society.

And speaking of damning our industrial society, we watched [tag]Into the Wild [/tag]on DVD during the lay flat on your back while the olive oil coats your digestive tract portion of the flush. It was fantastic from start to finish. It’s about this kid who can’t stand the artificiality of our society and, juiced up on Thoreau and Emerson he goes off to live his life on the road and eventually into the wilds of Alaska.

The movie really touched a nerve in the End of the World as we Know It (and I feel fine) part of my brain.

I ate so damn much at the buffet that by the time Iron Man was over I felt like I had a rock in my stomach. No better way to attack that rock than a thorough frisking of a nearby thrift store.

I went there with Small a couple weeks ago. It was our first thrift store experience and she had a blast. Small usually comes with a well-equipped suitcase for the weekend, which is usually not the case with her sisters, and so we keep a small supply of clothes on hand. Medium and Oldest have issues with thrift stores, but not so with Small. We had as much of a blast as Small’s attention span could tolerate.

Unlike small, QoMU doesn’t lose interest after ten minutes, so we went into a shopping frenzy. I wear a 38, and there was a four foot section of size 38 shorts. I’m set for shorts for the next decade. I also found some killer work shirts, and some giant clothes for DOUG.

There’s nothing better to cap off a liver flush Saturday afternoon than a good nap. There’s nothing better on a Saturday afternoon anyway, but it’s particularly delicious after your body has heaved out a load of toxins and you’ve just eaten a plateful of [tag]chicken makhani [/tag]that you really shouldn’t have eaten after the first plate of everything else on the buffet line.

This is the point in the liver flush weekend in which I stop whining. Since we tend to treat ourselves so much better during and after liver flushes, I’m always confident that the end justifies the means.

Filed under: EWAKI, Food, General Observations on June 7th, 2008