@ TD: So would you recommend waiting on the high meat?
I had this decrease in appetite and other problems you mention. It continued to build up and get worse until I would have a fever and then I'd be better and the cycle would repeat.
I've been feeling really tired and unmotivated and my neck and shoulders seem really stiff, and in general I haven't been sleeping so well. If I'm going to get sick I'd rather just get it all over with now and start feeling better already. I'm still waiting for this magical turning point of fatigue and generally feeling horrible, hitting bottom and then bouncing back up into an improved state, but it's not happening it seems.
I'm starting to not really believe in the concept of detox. I think if something is good for you, it'll make you feel better and if it's not, it'll make you feel worse. I guess the only times I've experienced what seemed to be a valid sort of "detox" was once when I ate a bunch of organic watermelon with seeds to flush the kidneys, and ended up flushing something out into my bloodstream that numbed up my urinary tract and gave me intense hives all over my body for a week, which I then got rid of by liver flushing and sweating it all out and eating fresh garlic to kill what seemed to be rampant candida, probably attached to whatever chemicals and/or metals I'd flushed out of my kidneys. After this I felt healthier, and got rid of a bunch of pretty severe allergies I'd had since childhood so I would accept that as a valid experience of "detox". The other time was more recently, when I quit eating eggs and nightshade vegetables and then got a 3-day long flu/sinus infection that eventually drained out the months of debilitating brain fog and goo that had been contaminating my thought processes and breathing every time I ate eggs or tomatoes or was subject to second-hand smoke, which was pretty much nearly everyday.
But both times, while it was happening, even though it was utterly miserable, I actually felt somehow exhilarated in my misery, as if I knew that something bad was leaving my body, and that I'd feel a lot better after it was on its way out.
This time I just feel tired, as if I'm unbalanced, and it doesn't seem like something's on its way out of my system. It seems more like things are coming in and are clogging up my mind.
In regards to meat storage issues, I put the meat out on plates (all I have at the moment--I don't have or like the idea of leaving my food on styrofoam and I don't know how my flatmates would feel about me leaving chunks of raw meat lying around the refrigerator). Although I'm beginning to accept the idea that airing out raw meat is the best form of storage. I was very impressed with the quality of the meat hanging on meat hooks and in fresh air at the halal butcher's as opposed to the meat sitting wrapped up in plastic and styrofoam in the grocery stores.