Tuesday, August 23, 2011

The Great Juice Experiment - Day 4

Well I'm sure you are all anxiously waiting to find out if I decided to continue this journey or if I gave in to the hunger pangs.  24 hours without food is a long time, 48 even more.  I never thought I could ever go two whole days without eating food, let alone 4!  The last time I ate real food was last FRIDAY!  So let me just pause for a moment to take you through the day.

Actually, it was a pretty uneventful day.  Primo and Segundo had a few friends over to play, I got to catch up with a friend who I hadn't seen in a month and it was a bright, warm, amazing East Coast day.  I had made a particularly yummy peach, pear, blueberry juice (antioxidants galore) around 2:00pm and all was good.

Around 4, the usual I'm getting hungry thoughts started to creep into my head, but I swept them under the rug with a beet, celery, carrot, kale, collards and apple combo.  No problem.

Then the kids said they wanted pizza for dinner.  Now I don't eat pizza anymore because I really think that vegan cheese smells like stinky feet and I just can't get my nose past that smell to eat it. And the few times I have bought one, I have just ended up throwing it out.  It's oily, it doesn't melt right and that SMELL!  It smells like what I imagine a teenage boys closet to smell like, I shutter at the mere thought of it.

So the kids were eating and I very innocently opened the refrigerator, more out of habit than anything else.  When that damn tabbouleh that's been taunting me like a schoolyard bully for the last two days got the best of me.  I grabbed it out of the fridge, cut half a piece of pita bread and grabbed the hummus.  I measured out exactly 2 tablespoons of hummus and 1/2 cup of tabbouleh and packed the pita.  I looked at for a minute and asked myself if it was something I really wanted to do.  Would I regret eating it?  Was I a complete failure?  Would the last 4 days mean anything? Did I achieve that clarity and peace of mind that I was hoping for?  And in the end I decided...

Fuck it!  And I ate that damn sandwich.  I did it.  And I don't regret it.  And it was really yummy! And I didn't go and binge on anything else.  It was all I ate and it was completely satisfying.  So there, I admit it, I ate something.  That admission was completely cathartic.  I think I just achieved that clarity and peace of mind.

And at least my belly won't be rumbling at 3:00am tonight.

Peace and love.







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