Officially Day one…(The Cleanse begins)

Day 1:

As most weekend days, my Jack Russell friend moans at me to start his day. No one thing could be more important than his assured outside morning walk and his three-course breakfast. I spoil him because he deserves it. I look over at my sleeping wife bear and smile. Today is the cleanse! The things you do for love. I do the morning things then jump into my truck to make my way to a haircut appointment. The cut goes well and I decide to run errands while the sleeping hungry people sleep.

My hangry side is kicking in and I lovingly call my Michelle to let her know that the anticipated sexy green smoothie that I was to have for breakfast was missing in action. I take my coffee black and have decided to keep those precious two-morning cups firmly in place. If not for the coffee I might have already gone rogue; coffee makes me nice. My Michelle lures me back home with the promises of the best smoothie ever! She is nervous I can tell. She wants this to go well and wants company on this insane venture. I reel in my crappy attitude and make my way to the kitchen bar stool. I want this to be good for her. She is the best wife ever, for my Michelle, I will walk across this metaphorical broken glass floor barefoot and be smiling. I can say this with confidence because it’s only day one. I got this. The bright green drink filled with fruits and lettuce is actually pretty tasty. No really.

The day rolls on, I venture back out to buy twelve colored mason jars so we can all have our three drinks made ahead of time each morning. A skipped drink could turn any of us four angry family members into vicious killers. Such angry thoughts; it’s only the first day. As the day progresses along I can feel my cells trying to let me know something. I’m not sure what they are saying but their pushing and shoving mood is speaking to me softly from within. Things are already beginning to stir in my body and this first day is most definitely a taste of what is to come.

This evening I walked into the kitchen and found my daughter gazing into the pantry. She was too close for comfort. I politely encouraged her to be strong and get the hell away from the pantry! Michelle and I just finished snacking on some raw carrots and zucchini. I tried to lay on the couch with her to watch Murder on the Orient Express but could not stay awake for it’s mumbling guilty characters. Now I’m doing this. Typing into the abyss. Who knows if anyone will read it. It’s ok, it keeps my mind off food. Day one is on the downside. Day two will no doubt be interesting. Tonight we take the nice little pills that Michelle innocently says will cleanse our families colons. It hurts to write that last sentence. I take this seemingly nonconfrontational pill.

Gentleman, start your engines!

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Published by Robert Milstid

Robert Milstid has been creating literary works for many years. His writing first took form as a playwright, authoring two plays, Just a Phase and I Was a Pig for a Day and Nobody Noticed. Both plays were produced and performed in Houston, Texas. Under the direction of the late Bill Morton, a truly inspirational theatrical writer and director, Mr. Milstid became involved in the theatre as an actor as well. He studied at the National Shakespeare Conservatory in New York and was a highly active member of a professional theatre, Main Street in Houston Texas for several years. In 1989 he and his wife moved to Hoboken, New Jersey, just across the Hudson River from Manhattan. His one man show, Diary of a Nonconformist was created, written and rehearsed by Mr. Milstid on the roof of his Hoboken apartment. This performance poetry piece was booked at the now infamous, CBGBs in the East Village. He also went on to perform in several plays while in New York City that included the world premier of Lanny Hill's original play, "Uncle Alton", as well as becoming an active company member of the 13th Street Repertory Theatre. Mr. Milstid began writing an abundant supply of poetry and free verse performance pieces during his time in the city, performing at the Nuyorican's Poetry Café and various other venues. After his son was born in 1991, he and his wife decided to move to Florida. Shortly after moving to Florida, the couple then had a daughter. After several years of performing in Orlando, Mr. Milstid hung up his acting hat for the most part and began applying his creative efforts at Nickelodeon Studios as a scenic carpenter and went on to start his own custom carpentry business. In 2005 his marriage of twenty plus years came to an end and he found himself starting from scratch again as a single man. The lonely nights in his small apartment gave way to a renewed need and love for writing again. Mr. Milstid penned his first novel called, The Consequences of Breathing. During the next few years and was married after meeting an amazing woman whom he wrote about as the character of Pearl in The Consequences of Breathing. After the economy took a nosedive in 2009 Mr. Milstid took a position at a Memory Care Center/Assisted living facility as a maintenance technician. He then went on to write his second book, Transitions, which cameos the lives of those suffering from Alzheimer's disease and the struggles of their families. Writing is a passion for Robert Milstid and with outlines for three new books underway it doesn't appear to be slowing down. His writing is raw, humble, provocative and unpredictable. His genres are purposefully varied so as to offer new approaches in his art. At Fifty-four years old Mr. Milstid still rides his motorcycle as well as his mountain bike and skateboard. He loves time with his four children and his amazing wife. A long life in a short time, this is Robert Milstid.

Relationships, Self awareness, Self help

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