Day 7 of the Master Cleanse.

We're going through a fair amount of lemons on this fast.  It was necessary for me to go the market again today for more.  As I walked in the door, there were the goodies I'd mentioned before.  I walked up to the display of pistachios, hefted a bag, and put them back with a smile on my face.  The roast chicken had been replaced by whole, cooked, spiral cut ham.  I could smell the smoky goodness.  I even perused the cheese fort on my way to the produce section.  Asiago, Cheddar, Blue Castello, Cream Havarti, Feta, Maribo, Neufchatel, Emmental, Camembert, Stilton, Parmesan, as well as rarities like Crotin du Chavignol.  (Tell me your mouth isn't watering.)  I was trying a new tactic.  Rather than try to ignore food, or to treat it as an enemy to be avoided, I wanted to acknowledge it, recognize that it wasn't going anywhere, and realize that I would be enjoying it again in a matter of days.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not being Zen here.  I wanted some of all of it.  I'm just not going to have any today, and I'm not going to bug out about it.  I'm on this fast for a reason, and I'll see it through to the end.  If I give it up now and return to my old eating habits, the past 7 days will have been a waste.  I would have been better off having made tasty lemonade, and pouring all that organic maple syrup on a heaping, Babel-esque tower of pancakes....and trust me, I'm saving some for just that purpose, except it'll only be a couple of pancakes instead of my usual gluttonous stack.  Plus, there's another treat waiting at the end of it all.  We've been zesting all the lemons we're using to make home made Lemoncello.  Won't that be delightful in a month or so?