The fast is broken! We just split a salad from our favorite Thai restaurant. It feels very strange to have food in my stomach for the first time since Thursday (!? did I really just type that?), and I’m very happy to have marked my return into the living world.

Dre and I talked over how the cleanse had gone while we were waiting for our salad to arrive. We both felt like it went pretty well, his only cheat being a knish in San Francisco, and mine being ibuprofin on Friday. The cleanse felt successful, although perhaps not quite as much as the first time we did it, since prior to that point we’d both been living pretty toxic lifestyles…therefore there was more to cleanse. Since then we’ve been relatively healthy, so while there was plenty of mucoid plaque, there simply wasn’t as much to clear out.

The weirdest thing about this cleanse was the semi-OCD cleanse relapse dreams I had. I’m not quite sure if that’s LA’s own weird food issues creeping into my psyche or what, but it was disturbing to get a window into how seriously my subconscious was taking the restrictive diet. I’m not normally at all disciplined when it comes to food, and I think I prefer it that way rather than the middle of the night panic over thinking I’d accidently injested oatmeal for breakfast.

And now? I must go digest.