L U N A T A L K with Eva Moon

Day 11: The Wall

October 4, 2009 on 8:08 am | | In Food, General Musing

Coming into the home stretch of the two-week liver cleanse and things were going so well. I was feeling sassy, rested, energized, smug. But today… I hit the wall. The cranberry juice scandal has me snarling, the scale has been stuck at SN -.5 for the past few days despite being perfectly submissive the diet’s cruel whims. I’m feeling pitiful and whiny… and hungry.

When you’re eating mostly plants it can be a challenge to keep the larder stocked. I’m shopping several times a week, but it seems like the fridge is reduced to lettuce, celery, parsley and an onion in minutes. I should have just put my ass in the car today and groced. Instead I tried to keep working despite a growing sense of starvation. Not just hunger, but a kind of deep, desperate depletion.

It is the height of absurdity to even suggest that I, a prosperous middle-class American woman, has the least tiny shred of an idea what starvation is like. I have only to glance in a mirror to know I’m not actually depleted. But I prowled the kitchen like some ravening, hollow-eyed predator delirious for dinner to stray from the safety of its oven-cave already so I could pounce and rend it leaf from leaf. My husband kept his distance and I note he was never without a defensive spatula in his hand. Just in case.

An hour later, the tiger was temporarily mollified. I’ll make it. It’s only a few more days.

But come Monday… the beast will feed.

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