So the yogi in me says accept it and prepare for the worst. If it takes a week of sniffling, coughing, and having low energy, fine by me. If it means I’m releasing bad toxins, energies, and thoughts well I’d think it’d take a helluva lot longer than that and I can only pray for the result to feel amazing. After 5 weeks of consistent breathing exercises, physical practices, and meditation I hope to feel the biggest high on life. I mean when was the last time I didn’t have a drink for over a month? Thankfully I didn’t drink too much in high school, but still over 8 years?!? Of course I crave a delicious red ale or a refreshing Effen cucumber vodka water, but not a chance I’ll find anything like that over here. And definitely not in this holy city where it’s completely banned. Regardless of where this experience takes me at least my body and my mind is getting a much needed break from all the unhealthy toxins I’ve been pouring into it for almost a decade. Although I can easily accept that once I do leave this dry city, I will indulge in one of India’s fine lagers (kidding they’re all shit, but hey I’ll probably get a buzz).