Also last night I slept little but enough, between a couple of dives and the delicious cold humidity that invaded the room from the outside.
My tongue was clean this morning and, before my walk along the Thames, I gave myself another quick dip in the tub full of cold water.
Quiet day, between relaxing yoga sessions, walks, meditation, listening to classical music and a couple of classes with my students.
In the morning, meeting an acquaintance, I informed her that I was fasting …. I did not tell since when. He revealed to me that I didn’t look healthy. No wonder, being used to associating health with “being in the flesh!” Even Angus Barbieri, in the eyes of many, was healthier before his fast, when he could exhibit a plump and fluffy face.
On the other hand, being part of those who see it differently, since yesterday, when I look at the people around me, I have an image of indefinite and heavy ballasts that push everyone towards the ground, preventing our minds, our hearts and our spirits to hover, to rise towards a dimension of harmony with the universe.
However, in the afternoon, I decided that my second adventure in dry fasting could end. I came to weigh 45 kg, my tongue is clean, the urine is clear since yesterday ….. evidently this time I was much less intoxicated than the first time.
I might have gone on but tomorrow I have to replace my yoga teacher in a aqua yoga class. I am not really going to allow my skin to absorb what is present in the closed air of the pool and in the water!
I was a little bit in doubt but I couldn’t really go any further: I must allow my body to return to the other mode of operation, the one in which the skin is primarily an emunctory organ. I will continue with my weekly fasting day and three consecutive days each month.
So, since three o’clock, I am sipping a delicious cold distilled water and tomorrow I will add the juice of some vegetables.