My sensations on this milk diet were almost as interesting as on the
fast. In the first place, there was an extraordinary sense of peace and
calm, as if every weary nerve in the body were purring like a cat under
a stove. Next there was the keenest activity of mind--I read and wrote
incessantly. And, finally, there was a perfectly ravenous desire for
physical work. In the old days I had walked long distances and climbed
mountains, but always with reluctance and from a sense of compulsion.
Now, after the cleaning-out of the fast, I would go into a gymnasium
and do work which would literally have broken my back before, and I
did it with intense enjoyment, and with amazing results. The muscles
fairly leaped out upon my body; I suddenly discovered the possibility
of becoming an athlete. I had always been lean and dyspeptic-looking,
with what my friends called a "spiritual" expression; I now became as
round as a butter-ball, and so brown and rosy in the face that I was a
joke to all who saw me.
I had not taken what is called a "complete" fast--that is, I had not
waited until hunger returned. Therefore I began again. I intended only
a short fast, but I found that hunger ceased again, and, much to my
surprise, I had none of the former weakness. I took a cold bath and
a vigorous rub twice a day; I walked four miles every morning, and
did light gymnasium work, and with nothing save a slight tendency to
chilliness to let me know that I was fasting. I lost nine pounds in
eight days, and then went for a week longer on oranges and figs, and
made up most of the weight on these.
I shall always remember with amusement the anxious caution with which
I now began to taste the various foods which before had caused me
trouble. Bananas, acid fruits, peanut butter--I tried them one by one,
and then in combination, and so realized with a thrill of exultation
that every trace of my old trouble was gone. Formerly I had had to lie
down for an hour or two after meals; now I could do whatever I chose.
Formerly I had been dependent upon all kinds of laxative preparations;
now I forgot about them. I no longer had headaches. I went bareheaded
in the rain, I sat in cold draughts of air, and was apparently immune
to colds. And, above all, I had that marvellous, abounding energy, so
that whenever I had a spare minute or two I would begin to stand on
my head, or to "chin" myself, or do some other "stunt," from sheer
exuberance of animal spirits.
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