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My Master Cleanse CHALLENGE - Day 4

" Do you still eat bread as you used to?", asked my mom on one of our distant telephone conversations.
Yes, I am a bread-a-holic, or should I say, I was.  However since moving to the UK, my bread tooth has lessened some what compared to my South African days.

One of my fondest bread moments was when I was 5 years old.  We had a spaza shop at our Shayamoya home, which was a new development in the early 90's, in Kwa-Mashu - Durban.  A spaza shop is sort of an equivalent to off license stores in the UK.  Just past midday the fragrant bread would arrive from the local bakery KMB.  Warm and tender, soft to the touch. 

My sister and I had just started primary school.  We would arrive home to the smell of warm fresh bread.  The first time I indulged in my bread-tooth, I might have asked my mom for some bread, however this detail I don't remember which means I most probably didn't ask.  Driven by hunger I might have I went straight to the stacks of crates laden with the inviting aroma of warm bread and grabbed one.  Sat myself on the plastic carpet runner (yes, remember those back in the '90's).  I sat in-between the sitting room and the lounge facing the main entrance of the house - so I could catch the afternoon breeze.  Still clad in my school uniform, without a word I started with my favourite part of the bread - the crust.  My mom offered me some jam, pea-nut butter or Rama (a tastier version of the UK clover butter) to go with the bread.  Her offers fell on deaf ears, I was over whelmed by bread bliss.  Everything around me seemed like a vivid dream what was real right there and then was the warm melt in your mouth bread.  Before I knew it, the whole loaf was gone. 

As you might be aware already, that the detox I'm engaged in prohibits me to indulge in my beloved bread for at least 14 days.  Today I was tempted beyond measures that I was pushed to seek rye bread - the only bread I'm allowed to eat.  I was roaming the streets of Golders Green- North London, a predominately Jewish area so needless to say it was bakeries galore. I was literally salivating all the way to the tube station.

It's not easy, but I will stick to it for my health and for my state of mind.  There is undoubtedly a link between the health of your insides and the functionality of your mind and energy levels.  Besides our bodies are the temple of the Holy Spirit, Gods house.  SO we need to take care of it.  Would you fill your house with junk or not clean your house at all?  I doubt it.  So why are you constantly junking out on poisonous foods, yes junk food is poisonously to your health.  Killing you slowly but surely.  Lets evaluate our eating  habits after all you only have one body, destroy it and that is it.  Unfortunately body transplant haven't been invented yet and will never be.
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