Did you get that little play in words? Juicy Couture- Juicy Torture? Not my best wit, I know. And I can assure you it ain't about feeling sexy. It's about feeling hungry.
So yesterday Colleen and I sign up for this 7-day juicing fast. That's 7 days of twice-a-day juice and lemon water consumption that equals my body weight. Yes, that's right, I am drinking a tsunami's worth of water everyday and no eating.
Anyway, I'm supposed to journal this process so, I'll do it here.
This feels vaguely familiar. I remember when I was in 5th grade and the start of my period coincided with the MEASLES! Can you say miserable? Ok, maybe my juicing regime is not that bad BUT, this 7-day fast has also coincided with my period. My girls at work would like me to consider working from home. Anyway, I'm rambling... probably from hunger.
So it's DAY 1. Honestly, it's only Day 1, so it's not supposed to be that bad. Anyhoo, no green onion, cheese and portuguese sausage omelette for me today. I start the day with only the standard crap, despite the crapping tea I had last night. Then the first of many jugs of water. The first juice @ 10am, more water, lunch consisted of Colleen and I happily (if not vicariously) watching Ryan eat his salad. However, it's now 14:10 and I just heard my stomach growl. I am officially hungry, but still hopeful.