Juice: Part One
Today I started a juice fast. In short, this is where I cleanse and detox my system by not eating solid foods and only drinking juice for 6 - 10 days. I have to juice fruits and vegetables so that they can enter my system already broken down and also so that my body can obtain their nutrients. The hope is that I’ll begin a healthier lifestyle and that I’ll lose some weight in the process - both things that I’ve been wanting to accomplish for years.
Here’s today’s first juice:
A fruit melee of apples, grapes, mango, oranges, and strawberries, back lit for your enjoyment. That dark matter on top is akin to how my soul feels about giving up fattening foods. And it’s delicious.
In order to do this fast, I had to give up a lot - including smoking and caffeine. I’ve been wanting to quit smoking for awhile. I haven’t had a cigarette in four days. The first two days were fine - I didn’t even miss them. Yesterday was spent with a headache that wouldn’t go away. Today I feel as though I could rip a poodle in half. I keep reminding myself that it’s all in my head, that I don’t need a cigarette. But then I want to rip Phyllis Diller in half. For no reason. She didn’t even do anything.
Unless she’s the Phyllis Diller “Bone Yard” poodle. Then I shall rip her, post haste.
Ironically, this is precisely how I feel on my fourth day without a cigarette…
As for the caffeine, I wasn’t necessarily trying to get away from it but considering that I ingest around 4 -5 cups a day, due in large part to my employment as a barista, it wouldn’t hurt to cut back for a few days. Plus, it’s a trigger for the smoking so it’s really a win/win situation.
I don’t eat much, normally, so I wasn’t too concerned about not having solid food. I fear that this train of thought may have been mistaken. Every time I feel a pang of hunger, I take a few sips of the juice. It helps. That is until I get up to use the bathroom and pass the vending machine. Reese’s Cups. Or until my co-workers (those bitches) order out from the local pizza place. Buffalo Chicken.
If this fast accomplishes what I’d like for it to accomplish, I can’t even have either of those things ever again.
I’m suddenly very depressed about my health.
