First off, check out my review of Saw IV on Cinematical. I was not a fan. Several commenters disagree. Please note #11, who called me out for "failing to think" while using the word "Regardlessly."
Let me just say that I appreciate everyone's concern about the cleanse. But c'mon. Beyonce, my personal hero, did this. And she's bootylicious! If I'm going to get cast in Dreamboys, it's got to be done.
I don't think it's as harmful as many of you think. The salt water flush, for example, is not me chugging salt water and then letting it roll around inside of me, absorbing it into my vital organs. The salt water goes down, and then within about five minutes, comes blasting out the other end, taking a variety of toxins and impurities with it.
I'm not constantly going to the bathroom, it's confined to the hour or so after the salt water. The first few days were touch and go, but that's just because I had a lot more in there. This is gross, I know, but once you see what comes out, you'll wonder how you lived with it inside of you.
I'm feeling great. My energy is high, and I've even been to the gymnasium a few times. Strangely, very little sweat came out, because I've been ridding myself of so much badness. That was a little freaky, since I'm usually drenched when I leave the gym.
I'm not hungry anymore. I will say the desire to eat is strong, but it's more missing food than hunger at this point. To give you an idea of how strong the desire is, I cleared out my refrigerator the night before this started, but I still have condiments in there. Now every time I open the fridge door, I fantasize about chugging a big glass of mustard.
Long story short, failing some unforeseen disaster, I'll make ten days with ease, and aside from the nightmarish first couple days, I'm glad I did this.
Oh, and that hugely important meeting? It's in about three hours. Send me some good luck vibes!
Good luck vibes sent... incoming... Congrats on setting the cleanse goal
and sticking with it.
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Man, I saw SAW IV at the Esquire last night, and it was as raucous as could
be expected. Sounds like you're going to the wrong theatre!
I'm sure the cleanse is going okay, but just so you know, you might not be
sweating because you're dehydrated, and that's bad.
Something's wrong here as I am now actually considering The Cleanse. I
think, mainly, I am just curious about how much is "in there". We rarely
admit it, but aren't we all really obsessed with our own bodily functions?
Wow, the Esquire as Highbrow? Yeah, that musta been forever ago. Like,
pre-stadium seating. You do cite BOOGIE NIGHTS, though. The main theatre
there does have a HUGE screen, which is very nice. Personally, I'm not a
fan of stadium seating (or rather, I prefer fold-up low-back chairs to it)
so it's usually a pretty good place to see something like THE MUMMY RETURNS
(which I did as well) or SAW (insert any number here).
I pretty much love you for using the word "gymnasium". It's highly
underutilized. Also, you have almost (but not quite) convinced me to try
the master cleanse.
I really want to know what is wrong with people who enjoy Saw III, and
presumably Saw IV. I loved the first Saw. I thought it was a neat idea.
I thought the traps were cool. And I thought it rode the line of creepy
and goofy really well (which I think all good horror movies must do). The
second Saw was alright, and the traps were certainly neat, I just thought
it needed a few stronger actors. However Saw III took the turn that all
horror movies seem to take now a days. They all want to show me something
truly realistically gruesome. I don't want to see brain surgery. I don't
want to see realistic limbs being pulled from someone's body. I don't want
to see scenes of intense realistic torture. The first Saw had basically no
gore. Jump to Saw III and I was forced to see things that will change me
for the worse forever. Someone who likes this shit please explain to me
what is appealing about seeing things that are that grotesque. Also
explain whether or not you have contacted a mental health professional.
Pat, you're probably running a kinda dangerous electrolyte imbalance right
now. I hate to piss on your poo party, but Dr. Drew gets questions about
these cleanses now and then and his answer is always the same: "what
toxins? do you even know what you're talking about?" He's a medical doctor.
I'm just sayin.' you're starting to sound a little like a scientologist.
Smooth songster James Taylor has a point, and one that I was thinking about
on my way home just yesterday. You say that you're glad all sorts of nasty
shit came out of you, but would you really know whether or not said nasty
shit was actually NOT NASTY AT ALL? I mean, since none of us are medical
doctors and really don't know for sure, isn't it possible that you're
actually flushing out stuff you need, or at least that's good for you?
But that's the point, I wouldn't know one way or another, no matter how
absolutely vomit-inducing it looked/smelled/felt/tasted, and neither do
you.
I've read a lot into it, wouldn't be doing it if I hadn't.
Right-o, then, chap!