I get like this sometimes, usually after I edit a few "clean living" type books (I just finished another one, in case you were wondering). You read one here or there, and it's no big deal. But when it's your job to wallow in toxicity, it can be a tad overwhelming.
The worst are the diet books. And I mean THE WORST. Nothing can give me the heebie jeebies like a book pointing out how much crap I eat (and I don't even eat that bad) -- so then in a fit of self-improvement, I swear to myself, "That's it. No more alcohol. No more sugar. No more processed carbs. No more salt. No more trans fats. I'll get to the gym FIVE times a week from now on ..." Next thing you know, I'll be downing shots of olive oil and lemon juice in some whacky "liver purification" detox ritual. God forbid. If you ever catch me sneaking a bottle of olive oil and a shot glass into the back room, please smack me.
It's enough to make my head explode, this impossible, endless urge to purify, to get back to the basics, to live clean. It's funny, because when I actually was shoveling my system full of crap, I never worried about it. Ah, but I was younger then. And I hadn't spent ten years getting paid to rub my nose in dirty facts.
So ignorance really is bliss. And now, I'm off to welcome my work day with a glass of distilled water and a dash of lemon juice ...
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Fortunately most of us won't live long enough for the toxins to do us any real harm.
Lately I've been buying "Greenwise" beef from Publix. It's more expensive, but supposedly the cows aren't given any hormones, antibiotics, etc. An added bonus is that the meat actually tastes better. Go figure.
This morning when we got home from the gym Ibis declared he was no longer eating salt. I gave him some alternatives for flavor (salsa, pepper), he looked at me for a minute, then added salt. Oh well. I've been feeling the urge to cleanse lately, mainly because of the amount of white starches people eat here.
(my story is almost finished!)
Jude,
That's what I try to tell myself too, although we do seem to be suffering from a massive increase in the so-called "lifestyle diseases" ...
Melanie,
The book I just edited was about salt, coincidentally. By the end, I was starting to think Doritos were a plot.
I finished my story today. For the second or third time. I figure by Monday I'll really be finished. Ha ha.
LOL, Doritos.
I technically finished it a couple days ago but since it's only 600 words I figured I'd give it another couple passes.
I just blinked. A novel? Or non-fiction about salt? No, don't tell me. A novel about salt sounds like too much for me not to enjoy the idea. :-)
Not getting any ideas on the prompt yet. I'm a little distracted. Yesterday I didn't realize I missed my exit until I was 40 minutes past it. Took me three hours to get somewhere 30 minutes away, LOL.
Spy,
Wow. Although I did once take a wrong turn at Lake Michigan and didn't realize I'd made a mistake until I crossed the Indiana state line, so who am I to talk?
Wow, that's quite a wrong turn -- for both of you!
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