It’s no surprise that I’m a hypocrite.
Sometimes I astound even myself.
I’ve spent a great deal of time eliminating that which doesn’t enrich or enhance my life.
In typical hypocrite fashion, it never occurred to me to use the same principal on my body.
So, I fasted.
For seven days.
It wasn’t fun.
But elimination never is.
Thirty nine working on forty years of crap in my system.
It took awhile to accumulate.
It took awhile to eliminate.
The most interesting discovery I made was about junk vs. sustenance.
I’m not necessarily referring to food.
Our world is full of junk, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.
Empty calories absorbed in the latest reality television must-see.
Cheap sugar highs reading the latest celebrity scandal.
Breathlessly inhaling the hate campaigns of those who long to get in office.
Those who want to stay in office.
Same difference as junk food.
All guilty pleasures ready made for our consumption.
And consume it we must.
Little else is broadcast today.
I have no lectures to give.
Only my own hypocrisy staring relentlessly back at me.
I’ve eaten more than my fair share of junk.
I’ve read the scandal rags and watched wide-eyed at the latest celebrity scandal.
I’ve rolled my eyes at the tactics politicians use against one another.
All for the sake of power over others.
When the only true power we have is over ourselves.
But I kept watching.
It says something about me; something not entirely pleasant.
But then, so does admitting it freely and without reservation.
Funny thing, hypocrisy.
The more of it you admit to.
The less of it you have.