Like many Mondays after a Sunday fun day that turned into a late night rampage, drinking ‘til the bars close, a night in which my bartending-induced angst highjacked my innocent intention to go out for a beer, and one beer turned into two shots and seven beers, I woke up feeling like I got hit in the head with a bottle of Jack. To assuage the pain, I hiked up the steep slope of Runyon Canyon, cranked out sets of pull ups, chin ups, dips, leg raises, and squats in the park, and tried not to think about the constant onslaught of poison and punishment I inflict on my body.
Today, however, is different, for it is the day I begin my alkaline diet and cleanse. I’ve stocked up on melons, bananas, spinach, broccoli, wild salmon, organic, free-range chicken breasts, whole grain bread, brown rice, edamame, beans. Today is the first day of the rest of my life and it starts with alkaline healing. Alkaline magic. I will detox my way to happiness.
This time, however, the writer’s well will not run dry as it did the last time I stopped drinking, for a whole two months, in February and March. This time, I will keep writing.
Sweet potatos are in the oven. Wild salmon is in the skillet, with just a teaspoon of extra virgin olive oil, mind you. No pepper. Just a pinch of salt. Organic spinach is a-steamin’ in my steamer that I bought in Japan. Ginger’s gonna get grated. I’m on a mission, to feed my mind, body and soul, to cleanse and strengthen. The time is now.