Still Day 2

It's 10pm and I want food. I have a headache, seems they strike in the evenings, and I am hungry. There is a half bag of Doritos in the cupboard that just keeps taunting me; "What are you trying to prove", the foil bag keeps saying to me, "can't you taste the cheesiness of my crisp, corn tortilla melt away in every recess of your mouth?". Shit.I just drooled on my shirt a little.

Earlier today I did the salt water flush and lemme tell you, it flushed me; the same way it went in, it came out. Only at the other end. And a slightly different colour. I drank it at 12:30pm and it didn't fully 'run out' until about 2:30pm. Crazy.

I'd like to paint a picture of the support system I have around me while I embark on this difficult journey. I've told my parents about this detox since two weeks ago so they are well aware of the fact that I am currently on it. Today I went outside to see my dad who came to visit and as I took a seat in his car I realized he had a styrofoam container and a plastic fork in his hand, devouring something that smelled insanely wonderful. I had to say hello 3 times before he even noticed me, in fact, the only time his attention was diverted from whatever heavenly smelling creation he was eating was to say to me "Oh sweetie, it's a shame you gave up eating because this spicy shrimp on fried rice is really good. You sure you don't wanna try it?". His comment started an endless chorus of rumbling in my stomach. Then I looked up to see my mom bound towards the car, fly the door open and retrieve a similar looking styrofoam container from a plastic bag on her seat. As she dug into her equally wonderful smelling meal, I wished I could staple my nose shut so I couldn't smell the glorious food scents surrounding me and the chorus in my stomach became a full out orchestra. Needless to say that visit with my dad was a short one. In spite of my supportive parents I managed to maintain my composure. I scurried out of the car into the safe confines of the house to... the mean bag of Doritos. No, I did't have any but I did hold the bag lovingly to my bosom for a few minutes.

I am feeling weak so I'm going to bed.