Eleven years ago, I walked into a training given by a man named Tom Woloshyn and walked out with two books, a lot of questions, and the beginning of one of the most powerful wellness practices of my life.
The subject? The Master Cleanse.
If you’ve heard of it and dismissed it, I understand. I might have too, once.
The recipe is embarrassingly simple
Ten days of lemonade — fresh-squeezed lemons, maple syrup, and cayenne pepper. A lot of water. Essential oils. Saltwater flushes to clear out your intestines. That’s the structure. Simple, and not as brutal as it sounds.
It’s ten days out of your entire life, plus one day prep and three days coming off. 14 days. You’ve survived worse.
Day three nearly broke me
In March 2015, I did my first Master Cleanse. I was 70 years old. I had never — not once in seven decades — gone without actual food for any meaningful stretch of time.
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