You would have to be living on Venus to not know that Beyonce recently lost 20 pounds for her part in Dreamgirls by using the Master Cleanser diet by Stanley Burroughs.
It's an interesting concoction of water, lemon juice, maple syrup or molasses and cayenne pepper. Yummm!
I'm an avid faster, having done many 10 day and 1 43 day fasts and still enjoy fasting one weekend per month.
It's a serene time for reflection and centering -- unless our house is in typical stress mode (5 teen boys, you get the picture).
This is a cute humor piece from Allure magazine whether you support fasting or not.
My āHey, baby!ā Weight
by Cindy Chupack, Executive Producer of Sex and the City
Is getting noticeably thinner worth feeling faint from hunger? Cindy Chupak tries fasting to find out.
āI am going on a 10-day Fast. In preparation for this, I have eaten
most of the contents of my refrigerator. I now feel sick enough to
abstain from eating for at least a day, if not longer.
This fast is called the Master Cleanser, aka, the Lemonade Diet,
because each day you drink 6-12 glasses of ālemonadeā, a bizarre
mixture of maple syrup, cayenne pepper and other unappetizing
ingredients.
I believe this fast is medically sound because I know people who have
done it. Well, OK, I know one person who has done it, but he knows
other people who have done it. And there is a booklet. Most diets, I
know, at least merit a book. But the Master Cleanser is written by a
man who, when he is not fasting, survives on fruits, vegetables and
seeds, so this is not a man who sends in a book to do a bookletās job,
if you know what I mean.
I tell myself this is not about weight loss. I know I canāt expect to
keep off the pounds I shed while fasting. I just want to cleanse my
system and get rid of the so-called toxins. Plus, after eating nothing
for 10 days, itāll be easy to make smaller changes to my diet, like
eliminating cupcakes.
DAY 1
I prepare a pitcher of the lemonade, thinking that if I were to pick a
drink to live on for 10 days, it would probably be something along the
lines of a banana daiquiri. But I suppose that would be considered a
problem rather than a fast.
By late afternoon Iām a little hungry, and I notice the place where I
really have a Pavlovian response is my kitchen. I make a mental note
that Iām not sure whether I go to the kitchen when Iām hungry or
whether being in the kitchen makes me hungry. This is the kind of
profound thought you have on a 10-day fast.
At night I go to see a Nick Lowe concert. I find that instead of
watching Nick Lowe, I am watching the guy at a table in front of me who
has ordered a large bowl of penne and eaten only half. He pushes the
pasta to one side of the bowl and canāt seem to finish it. I canāt bear
it. I donāt understand why the waitress doesnāt take it away so we can
all go back to enjoying the show.
DAY 2
You know how if you used to drink a lot at parties, and then you stop,
you suddenly realize how stupid drunk people sound at parties? Thatās
how I am about food today. I canāt believe how many people say āIām
starving!ā The truth is we are not actually starving when we say we are
starving. I know this because Iām not āstarvingā and I am essentially starving. The downside of this
new enlightened me is that I am becoming one of those women I hate --
the ones who say food is not that important to them and who begin their
sentences with āThe truth is ...ā
I did pass an important test tonight. I had my first dinner out without
having dinner. I had hot mint tea (which is sanctioned) while my
friends has Italian. My profound thought for the evening was this:
Maybe conversation is like food. Maybe it can be just as satisfying.
But then the food came and I remembered: Conversation is not like food.
Food is like food. Food is like eggplant parmigiana.
DAY 3
OK, itās not about weight loss, but I have lost 6 pounds! My only
complaint is that I am not being very productive. I spent most of my
time enjoying my new favorite pastime: trying on clothes that didnāt
fit the day before.
DAY 4
I lost another pound! I must figure out how to see the maximum number
of people at this present and probably unsustainable weight. My friend
Mark invites me to a Yankees game. Perfect. Yankee stadium. Sold-out
game; 56,000 people. Maybe Iāll get on the Jumbotron! By the second
inning, though, I realize that baseball games are not about baseball;
they are about hot dogs and beer.
I didnāt bring any of my lemonade, mainly because I didnāt want to
explain to some humorless guard that I had a āspecial drinkā in my
water bottle. So I drink water for the first nine innings, but by the
eighth extra inning (Oakland Aās, August 9, 2002; look it up if you
want), I am wondering, What would one Cracker Jack do? Mark bought a
box and gave me his prize. I thought: Maybe prizes are like food. But
this prize was just a sticker. I am disappointed; almost depressed. I
deeply wanted something three dimensional, like a ring. Or a Cracker
Jack.
DAY 5
I am not only surviving this fast, today I make it through a Spin
class. Then I go out for sushi without having sushi, and sushi is my
favorite. I am extremely impressed with myself.
DAY 6
I have lost 9 pounds! I ask friends over to watch Sex and the City
and tell them to bring whatever they want to eat. Nobody brings
anything. They ate beforehand in deference to my fast. Except for Mark
-- the same Mark who ate a box of Cracker Jacks in front of me. He
ordered pizza.
DAY 7
Today, continuing to see as many people as possible at this weight, I
went to Madison Square Garden for a Bruce Springsteen concert. Not only
did I survive the concert and a four-tiered tower of shellfish without
eating a bite, but I also made it through running into an ex-boyfriend.
The kicker: I didnāt sleep with him! We went back to my place and just
... caught up. Profound discovery of the evening: If I can sit in a
restaurant and not eat, I can sit in my apartment with my ex and not
have sex.
DAY 8
I am down to my āHey, baby!ā weight. I know this because I was walking
down the street and a construction worker said, āHey, baby!ā
Apparently, for women thereās baby weight and then thereās āHey, baby!ā
weight. The only side effect Iām suffering is trouble getting to sleep.
And I need sleep, because tomorrow I am beaming my skinny self across
America. Yes, in an amazing coincidence of timing, I was asked to be on
The Early Show to discuss a story I wrote.
DAY 9
The bad news: I only got four hours of sleep. Thatās the thing about
The Early Show -- itās very early. The good news: I have lost 10
pounds! The camera, however, adds 10 pounds, so I figure Iām even.
DAY 10
Itās now all about the weight. How to keep it off. How to keep my
cheekbones. The booklet says 10 days is the minimum fast, but you can
go up to 40. I consider this, which leads to my final profound thought:
There are things from which we can abstain and things we canāt. Food,
yes. Sex with an ex, yes. Obsessing about our weight, no.
I decide not to continue the fast, because I did what I set out to do,
and I am not Ghandi. Iām pretty sure Ghandi didnāt jump on the scale
and shout āWoo hoo!ā
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