Wednesday, July 25, 2007

The First 24 Hours of My 3 Day At Home Detox Retreat went something like this.

Midnight. Finish up some stuff online, print out some stuff for the next day. Take the dog out. Go to sleep.

1pm. Wake up, lie in bed for an hour, dozing in and out of sleep.

2pm. Get out of bed, make lemon tea, check email and (oops) Facebook. Drink lemon tea and water. Take a shower, scrub with loofah, wash hair. Get dressed.

Make berry smoothie. Drink berry smoothie. Take medication.

Make detox tea. Pack bag. Go to park with the dog, set up on a bench, drink tea and read book. Stare at the people across the pond for feeding the ducks. Pack up and walk slowly home.

Make lunch of leftover dips - olive pate, cheese dip, bean dip, eggplant dip, with celery, cucumber, carrots and rice crackers. Eat mindfully but quickly.

Finish knitting scarf for my step-mom. Read some more. Take a nap.

8pm. Wake up from nap. Check email, speak on phone with long lost friend, Facebook (oops).

9pm. Do Shiva Rae's Shakti Yoga - Luna Yoga routine, skipping the inversions. Includes pranayama, meditation and asana.

Read. Make edamame garlic almond casserole and put in oven. Read.

12pm. Take medication. Blog.

Commentary.

Success. Although I did go on Facebook a number of times to reply to the activity of my friends, and also that I ate some beernuts, the rest of the day was good. I took it easy, read quite a bit of "In Praise of Slow", and did a great yoga practice, with meditation and breathing. I enjoyed my lunch. I very much enjoy appetizers, and I've been reading about antipasti, which I think I'm going to add to my regular diet. I very much liked the black olive pate with cucumbers! Yum. There is a lot of that left.

This is the first time I've self-imposed aloneness for a healthy reason, and accordingly, I feel healthy about it. I don't feel disconnected, alienated, or lonely. I feel somewhat devilish, as if I have a juicy secret. I feel justified. I feel like I could do this regularly and have it be a good thing, this head-in-a-book-ish-ness. I feel independent, strong, and am starting to trust myself a bit. As in, I trust that during this 3 days I am not going to allow my Superego to shit on me. I am worth taking care of, whether or not I ever do a damn thing "with my life". There is no body that deserves it more than me (that is to say, we all deserve it equally).

I like this no-guilt attitude, this criticism-free-zone. I have created a sanctuary with nothing more than my intention and a wee bit of planning. Nice. *pats self on back*.

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