I am a bipolar Gemini; I tend toward the extremes. In years past, I have gone from a stint as a raw vegan to eating Tex-Mex. From sobriety to binge drinking. From chosen streaks of celibacy to… well, you know. I have completed two silent meditation courses, each ten days long. I did the Master Cleanse, a strict lemonade detox for ten days straight in 2006. I assign my high school students the ten-day challenge and ask them to start a healthy habit or stop a bad habit for ten days and write an essay about their experience. I thrive on a tough challenge and enjoy exerting self-discipline… sometimes.
Trouble is, I tend to bounce back to the other extreme if I deny myself too much for too long. Instead, I seek The Middle Way. Moderation, intelligence, sharing.
Nevertheless, I am embarking on a somewhat radical detox this month. No drugs or alcohol for 30 days. No white sugar or enriched flour for two weeks in the middle of May. Smack dab in the middle of the month, I will only be eating fresh fruits and vegetables for a week. Most importantly, I must keep up with my daily yoga and meditation practice and commit to sit for at least ten minutes a day.
That’s the plan anyway, from the girl who’s been trying to let go of compulsive planning for well over a year now. One difference this time around is that I’m doing the detox alongside several friends. We’ve each tailored slightly different plans for ourselves, but we are all aiming for (at least) 30 days and meeting occasionally to talk about our progress and support one another.
I am excited to revise my consumption habits and cultivate greater mindfulness in my daily choices. Yet, I have a fear that I will fail and now that failure will be “public” on the internet for all to see. Maybe not though. Probably not. I feel strong and ready for this challenge. The success will be publicized. Wish me discipline!