Feeling a little run-down...Life without cheeseburgers is sort of devoid of excitement, or maybe just energy. This "cleanse" has at least made me look at all the food labels that have come into my life in the past few days though. There were a few nice surprises-- like my orange juice only has oranges in it, and the organic peanut butter in my cupboard only has peanuts in it (even though the oil separating kinda grosses me out). So many things had salt added though, that was kinda eye-opening.
Day 2 I was legit space-cadet. I think the cheese and sugar withdrawals were manifesting themselves in my complete lack of focus. That was weird but eventually passed.
Day 3 I started off okay, but by the afternoon I got mega-hangry and would have sacrificed my own mother for a basked of french fries covered in cheese and ranch dressing. But I persevered, perhaps at the expense of my coworkers who experienced the extent of my wrath, but only until it was time to eat my pineapple snack. After that I un-Hulked back into my ripped up t-shirt and acted mostly civil again.
I saw Philip Glass and Patti Smith at the Park Avenue Armory that night, and the experience washed whatever animosity that was left in me far far away. It's an awesome space, like none I've been in before. Check out the site but this blurb helps paint the picture: "The Armory’s 55,000 square foot drill hall, reminiscent of the original Grand Central Depot and the great train sheds of Europe, remains one of the largest unobstructed spaces of its kind in New York." I purchased general admission tickets, so my friend, Matt, and I sat on cushions on the floor right next to the stage (which was level with the floor). So neat.
The theme was a tribute to Alan Ginsberg, so the bulk of the night Patti read selections of his work while Philip accompanied her on the piano. There was also a solo by Philip, and Patti had a couple band members join her to jam for few songs as well. All along, huge projections of photos behind them cycled through moments in Alan Ginsberg's life. Having recently read "Just Kids," it was really special to me to experience Patti live. This year marks Philip's 75th birthday, so to see and hear him play was a surreal treat as well. Matt and I wandered around after that, hitting up the views from the East River then a diner on 1st Avenue to have coffay and gossip, like the old friends we are.
Day 4 was relatively lazy/productive in that I cleaned my house and chased the rabbit around the house between naps. No more lack of focus or focus of anger, just generally chill and relaxed. I am also getting really good a seasoning baked potatoes, lemon juice and pepper are my favorites so far. Bacon, sour cream and cheese are sorely missed though... (the fat kid in me is struggling pretty hard to get out, I think it just punched me in the kidneys when I typed "bacon")
So here I am at Day 5. I think this will be the last day of the "cleanse." I'm glad I did it, I do feel like it's been good for my body/health and hopefully the attention to food labels as well as abbreviated seasoning are things I'll take with me to make better choices. I've also grown appreciative of decaffeinated tea in all its varied flavors and scents. I sometimes quote a friend and call decaf anything "a cup of nonsense," but even without the jolt of caffeine a hot cuppa can be very comforting. Wow, I sound like an old lady. Ah well, I sorta am.
I haven't had to address the no booze yet, it hasn't really been missed. I have a date with some friends to go to Rudy's (home of the free hotdogs and cheap pitchers o' beer) on Tuesday though, so I'll report back on that.
On another note, as I write this, I'm waiting for the vet to open at noon so that I can see if TW and I can get in today. Last night I was aggressively grooming her and I found a pretty angry looking sore (cyst maybe?) on her tummy. From my exhaustive googling and reading of bunny blawgs, it sounds like they can just drain it and she'll be okay. Her eating and being an a**hole habits haven't changed, so hopefully this is on the surface and there's nothing bad going on inside.
Ya know, every time I tell people I have a rabbit, or people want to know how she is, they inevitably ask "how long do rabbits live?" I know it's not a mean question, just curiosity because she's technically an exotic (non dog or cat) pet and I've had her for as long as some people have known me (she'll be 9 this year). I used to go through a song and dance about what I've researched and tell an anecdote about a lady I met on a plane that had a rabbit that lived 'til it was 12. Now I just say "I guess I'll find out." I don't like to think about it, and with her being 9 soon the reality is I'll probably find out the answer sometime in the next few years.
So, a disturbing place my mind went when I found the cyst last night and was forced to think about it (after I cried for awhile and then pulled it together enough to google the shizz out of bunny message boards), was contemplating how to tell people if something were to happen to TW. I guess it's natural and I'm a planner by default, but that I had to think about how I'm supposed to communicate with the people who care about me was a strange realization.
Made me remember a convo Matt and while we were gossiping at the diner the other night. We talked about how when people post really personal things on FB (sickness, death in the family, etc), that it is sometimes hard to gauge how to reach out to them. He maintains that it's simple-- call them, don't comment or message or text. If that person is really your friend, then there's never a bad time to pick up your phone and use it as an actual phone. I agree, but right off the bat it didn't occur to me how easy that is.
Funny how social networking can sometimes muddle how you relay a message instead of making it easier...
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