Day 8 is supposed to be the day of enlightenment. Enlightenment, ensmightenment.
It has something to do with day 7 being the hardest and the best of feelings always follow the worst. Uh...I am still waiting for the calm and serenity and breakfast.
I shouldn't be this hungry to be sure....and I think it is my fault. I don't drink enough of the lemonade and what I do drink doesn't have enough maple syrup in it. So, I am not getting enough calories.
I am big, over 200lbs. So, I should be drinking 100oz of lemonade. I have been drinking 60ish. I have this little bottle that holds 64 oz. I fill it up in the morning and make sure it is empty by evening. Even so, I don't put enough maple syrup in it...12oz. I just kind of guess at how much. The reason I know... I should use 1/4th a bottle each day. I used one bottle in 7 days. Why? That stuff is expensive. $8.99 a bottle of 32oz. No, that's not the whole reason. In truth...I don't know why. I just put in what I think is enough, and it hasn't been enough.
"Mom! Whaddya doin?"
"I want to hurry home before we run out of gas."
That sort of thing.
But...she did say one thing that has always stuck with me (compared to many that my Pop told me).
"Gee, I wish Christmas would hurry and get here."
"Billy," she said, "Never wish your life away. You don't know what tomorrow will bring. What good or what bad. It's best to take each day at a time and make the most of it."
That advice has been haunting me. I want so badly to wish it were Wednesday and that this cleanse were over but I don't know what might happen this afternoon, or tomorrow, or the next day. I don't want to wish my life away because each day has enough treasure of its own.
I guess I am seeing things a bit clearer after all this morning.
Thanks, mom.
Originally posted at bill belew.com
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