Fall Cleanse

7:00 am, yesterday morning, after a half drunken night of sleep, I ambitiously sauntered into the local market and perused my food options. Again, the options, teetering above my very head and shoulder blades in multiple hues, textures, and consistencies, paralyzed me.
I am a medium grade sensualist. I like wine, cheese, bread, eggs, more cheese, more bread, chocolate, cookies, stuffed things, fish sticks, and olive oil. I wouldn't say I have the most sophisticated palate in the world, but I do know what I like.
Lately I have been diverting all of my effortless actions or the things I do simply on impulse (driving to work, eating bread, drinking a glass of wine, watching porn, walking down the same path to the coffee shop) so yesterday morning while grazing endless grocery store shelves for bread, cheese, and wine, I revolted, then opted, to cleanse my entire bodily being with lemon juice, maple syrup, and cayenne pepper for the next 10-14 days.
Something about this decision felt quite right. Maybe it is the way I feel when I wake up in the morning. My groggy brain, irascible disposition, misanthropic state, and my stiff, detached, and pernicious body need a good squeeze.
I find I often have these sort of epiphanies in grocery stores. Entering a grocery store is postmodern hunting and gathering; choosing foods, supplements, and beverages suitable for one's survival.
But I often forget this. Growing up in America I have a plethora of options and those options are constantly blinding me. Rather than listening deeply to what my body needs, I feed it what it craves on a more superficial level; then the cycle begins and patterns develop and over a brief period of time, I find myself addicted to wine, cheese, chocolate, beer, and In Touch magazine.
Hence my epiphany.
Today is the first day of this 10-14 day cleanse. Thus far I feel lighter, brighter, and less pressured by the every day ritual of eating and drinking. Rather than consuming food and wine, I can do something else. Perhaps I'll adopt a ferret and train him to do cartwheels.