I’m doing this to reset my digestive system and to be aware of any food sensitivities as I bring banned foods back in. Sounds like something a well-balanced person would do, right? Well, if you think it’s a sane decision, you haven’t gone out with me in the past fourteen days.
|People are starting to think me odd|
|My jerk friends taunting me|
I love being home, slowly sipping a Malbec while gorging on a really meaty documentary (note all of the food language used here). I miss the fascinating conversations, the bonding, the flirting that people have over bottles of good red wine (no one will hang around with me now that I stare at the floor and make them describe Triscuits in great detail).
My Chinese medicine doctor says that the liver is the filter for the body’s processes, including emotions, and we’re helping to unload its stores with this program. Fair play, I guess. But I never knew my liver’s processes were so intrinsic to my social life. I now go to bed early, spend hours making meals, have herbal tea for late night conversations and am just a titch less wild than my 92-year-old Nana.
In two weeks, I’ll be re-introducing coffee and wine and life will go back to normal. What I’ve learned in all of this --- my liver wears knitted slippers and watches Jeopardy. My liver is a social lame-o.
Lindsay Kyte is a writer, actor and speaker living in Toronto but still maintaining her Cape Breton sense of humour. www.lindsaykyte.com