Survived the First Week

I am at the end of Day 8 of the juice feast. After a weekend camping where Zander and I stuffed ourselves silly, drank like college freshmen, and partook of an essential green not allowed on the juice feast, I dove into the green pool of juice feasting head first. If I had a dime for all the times I craved coffee or frozen yogurt in the first week, I could afford to shop at Whole Foods.

My favorite juice: 1 small head of celery, 1 cucumber, ¼ of a pineapple, 1 apple, 1 small head of romaine lettuce (adolescence optional), 3oz spinach, 1 T coconut oil

I was very tired on Day 2, but not very hungry. On Days 3 and 4 I was hungrier and much more fatigued. My classroom is on the third floor, and by the time I finished climbing the stairs I felt like Weight Watchers drop-out after they scaled the Eiffel tower. On Days 5 and 6 I was also very fatigued, mildly nauseous, and stuffed. It felt like I had two Inn ‘n Out burgers in my stomach, without the pleasure of having tasted them. Day 7, when I had my colonic, was much better. It is amazing what a little tube’ll do ya, but I still don’t think the salon will adopt that as their slogan.

Today I felt energized and healthy until after I finished working on my latest script in the afternoon. Writing about crazy people (other than myself) really zaps my energy. There ought to be a juice or supplement for that.