I ask, what’s a cleansing diet, which is a stupid question and a horrible way to get stuck in a conversation about eating hardly a thing worthwhile and torturing your body into feeling that it’s pure and clean and never again accepting a cheese steak sub or a chocolate martini.
Mark Twain once said, “Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.” I doubt that they used to “cleanse” back in his day. But I may be wrong.
Did they worry about the “toxins” in their body in Twain time?
I feel the urge to ask my cleansing friend that question, but then I remember another Mark Twain quote:
So I don’t ask which toxins she needs to remove from her body– the bottle of wine she drank last night, the 8 oz rib eye she ordered at the pricey restaurant, or the ‘garlic-infused’ mashed potatoes.
Because I realize that my friend is cleansing more than her body. Her boss gave her a demotion, her boyfriend didn’t give her a ring, and her sister asked for a large loan.
Sometimes, I think, we wish we could cleanse ourselves from the problems brought on by too much “life.”
Which reminds me of another quote, this one from novelist John le Carre: “There are moments that are made up of too much stuff for them to be lived at the time they occur.”
If only we could fast from the frantic-ness of everyday life.
Now that’s one diet I might try.