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Day 9 of 60: Honeydew

Honeydew melon juice this morning. Oh how good. After all water yesterday, this tasted divine. I am not sure if I am a bit allergic though. I was drinking it, and after a bit, it was like my tongue was numb. It was all very odd. I was fine when I finished it though, so it may have been a sudden weird happening that was a detox symptom.

FYI - if you are to juice a melon, don't muck it up with other fruits. Everything I have read says that melons are digested in a flash, so they tend to want to move everything else in your system along - unless they are behind complex things and get stuck and putrefy in your guts - not good.

Otherwise my day is shaping up well. I slept well last night, despite very odd dreams, and I have some crazy dreams usually. Now on juice and no solids, my dreams are more vivid and last long. The dream: Somehow my nephew (who turned 15 today) was over my house and took my car to go deliver something across state lines. He doesn't know how to drive, but we le…

Day 8 of 60: Water, water, everywhere, and lots and lots to drink

To combat the icky mouth, I decided today would be a water day. I was going to do a green juice, but I felt pretty good all day on just water and a cup of tea, so I said to hell with juice. I will get back to it tomorrow. So it was water with lime, Yogi brand Healthy Fasting tea with orange for lunch, and water with lemon and lime later. I didn't have any bags so I took the half orange and half lemon and put them cut side to cut side and rubber banded them together and left them on my desk. My boss comes by and starts laughing at them, asking if I was attempting some kind of cross-citrus breeding program. It was funny, you had to be there I guess.

How am I feeling?

I have gotten this question a lot since I started, and upon reflection today, I can say this is not half as bad as I thought it would be. Today I have the budding of an idea: There is a difference between hunger, craving, temptation, and Hunger. I have not gotten to the point only after 8 days where I am some yogi gu…

Day 7: Night on the Town

Went 3 blocks down the street to The City Lounge(? I honestly have never been in there) to attend that memorial reunion Monday night drink with old friends and it was like walking into my life 12 years ago. It was the summer after high school, I was 18 and fancy free and heard about a bar-tending opportunity, and I thought - hey, how cool would it be to be a bartender and work at a bar, while the rest of my friends were working in the mall? Sure, it was Medieval Times, but I could dig the Renaissance wear and costumes, at least I didn't have to decide what I was going to wear to work. I started and spent almost 2 years working the show, mixing drinks, cocktail wenching, and hanging out with a varied and rowdy crowd. We went to bars, BBQs, camping, all over. It was bittersweet to leave, but I had met my now husband (a great story to tell later), and my asthma got to the point where it was my lungs or the show (you could still smoke at bars back then and I paid for it).

Flash forw…

Day 7 of 60: Monday Monday

Monday mornings are bittersweet. I hate getting out of bed to put my work clothes on, but I love that I have a job and a car and a house and all those other things that working brings. So I go to work with this in mind, and my job is not really bad at all. It is frustrating, at times, but no more so than anyone elses' jobs I guess. I miss teaching today, as I do sometimes, yet the mid-term paper crunch and overworked feeling I used to have is not worth missing really. I guess this is what I am reflecting on with my apple-pear-lime morning juice--the bittersweet.

Speaking of which, I am going to a memorial bar get-together tonight to remember a friend from long ago in my Medieval Times days. It will be that same mix of feelings as I get to see many of the ghosts from my past. I remember many a night at Rigley's Field with Futch and friends. Hope no one takes offense at my not having a shot with everyone.

Day 6 of 60: The first Sunday

I love lazy Sundays, when there is nothing more to do than relax. Too bad that is never the way it works out. I guess some cleaning, laundry, food shopping and a trip to the Farmers Market is mild compared to work work, but it would have been nice to just chill in the house. All and all it was nice keeping busy.

We went to the Farmers Market on Rt 17 in East Rutherford. It was a zoo. I paid about $43 dollars for a cart of produce and have enough for the whole week or more - and I juice a lot of stuff. I would have paid triple at Stop & Shop or even more if I went to Whole Foods and did organic, like I did for a few items last week, which was totally expensive, small, and out of my way. So what is a girl to do when organic is not in her budget? Buy cheap, try to stay with stuff grown in the US, and wash, wash, wash. I took on the task of disinfecting all the produce as it came into the house. Really. It is important to make sure everything, even the peels on the citrus, is clean…

Day 5 of 60: The First Family Get-together

In celebration of my nephews 15th birthday, we got together for some family food and fun. It was a very nice time. My sister-in-law is a great cook, really goes all out. The smells were amazing, and I am sure the food was as great. I made it through, nothing but my juice past my lips...oh, and some tea, but not the delicious looking sausage and peppers, grilled London broil, salads, hot dogs and burgers, not even the awesome ice cream cake or Caravel ice cream cookie sandwiches. There will be time for all that later in the year.

Everyone had questions about the fast, as expected, and people didn't want to eat in front of me at first, to be nice. I appreciated that, but it is really not necessary. I am ok. I am not dying of hunger or malnutrition. I will eat juice, strangely enough.

I had a facial, and my skin is red and needs rest. I had a pimple on the bridge of my nose yesterday, but it went away. Today, she killed my skin. Nothing like going to a party after not eating for days…

The Autopilot Orchestra

We are living in a time when teenagers and adults think that they can text on their cell, drive, drink coffee and eat lunch all at the same time--paying little attention to any one task and more on conducting the "autopilot orchestra." We try to do all those things that take little thought all at the same time, while not really giving any thought to any of them.

How may times have you read a text while driving? Changed your iPod? Ate in the car while driving, while watching a movie/tv, or while not really noticing what you were eating? Ding Ding Ding ---> this girl over here has, and I bet many people have.

For me, right now, I am beginning to realize how often I have been on autopilot. It is scary the number of times I realize I do not remember aspects of my drive home from work. Sometimes I make it from 171 on the Garden State Parkway to 153 and the middle is a big blur. I am losing moments of time in my life, not that the drive is super significant, but it makes me r…

Day 5 of 60: Accentuate the positive

When I laid down last night (around 1am), I realized that I have been talking about the challenges and the struggle of this fast for 4 days. I have not talked about the good stuff. This morning, before I get out of bed to make morning juice (maybe apple-pineapple-blackberry), I want to share the positives.

1. Switching focus off temptation and craving - now I know that I have written extensively about temptation and craving, and how both have been there for me these past days, but where I used to look and look at something to decide if it is worth eating/tasting/just smelling, I don't do that at all now. I switch gears and do something else. Yesterday it was beginners pilates. At work, it is cleaning out my mailboxes.

2. General knowledge of health - I don't know at this point if it is the avoidance of dairy, meat, or wheat, but I know I feel better. Aside from the tree allergies kicking in, I feel good. I know that I have not been getting the fresh veggies in mass amounts in a …

Day 4 or 60: Psyching myself up

Today I only had two juices: Pineapple orange in the morning and apple-beet in the afternoon. I was going to make something for dinner, something involving cabbage, but I couldn't bring myself to get up and do it. Something just seems wrong about juicing cabbage. Bad move on my part. I had water and hunger all evening, to the point of walking past the fridge, fresh food I purchased last night and yelling at it. NO I DO NOT WANT TO MAKE A PB&J! Then when I finialy wanted my dinner juice, it was too late. And now I am up writing at almost midnight, and could have had that late dinner juice, but instead I will go hungry. Not good.

So I adjourned upstairs, where there is no food. It is not that I usually have this hard of a time with temptation, it is the mind games, man. I am better now, but whoa! I felt the challenge tonight, for sure. Now, writing, I can reflect, tell myself that it was only because I was an idiot and didn't have dinner. I am juice fasting, not starving …

Day 3 of 60: Soup's on

I had to go grocery shopping after work, and boy was it a challenge. The last time I went shopping, really most times, my husband was/is with me. So, that very last time I entered a food store, we were doing the produce run for my juice. This time, alone, after 3 days of not eating solid food, it was tough. Headphones playing an audio book that was mildly entertaining, I went in. Wandering the aisles, looking for the deals and temptations was our usual M.O., but I knew I would not fair well with the usual. "They" say everything you need is in the outside aisles of the store, and for the most part, this is correct. Dairy, Meats, Deli, Bakery, Produce = your FDA food groups. For me, focusing on the produce section for now, I am usually fine, if not annoyed at the double cost and smaller size of organics. Tonight, I had to venture further, for the sake of my dear supportive, meat-and-potatoes husband.

I love fresh, thin cut deli meat and cheese on a sandwich, and of all thing…

Day 3 of 60: Morning Routine

in the morning, I am glad I decided to get the Breville Juicer. It is an awful large purchase, so I am glad I had a big gift card left over from the wedding (that the bank started charging us for since we haven't used it) and I was able to get the juicer, a scrubber for veggies, and a few of those lovely 24oz COPCO reusable to-go cups with straws. I am able to clean the juicer (really rinse all the parts and scrub the screen) in about 5 minutes after I am done, and if I wash all the veggies the night before, it is as simple as shoving the lot into the machine and pouring the glass. Since I need to make one fruit and one veggie juice for the day, it means I need to start my day a little earlier than before, or as I learned yesterday, I will be late for work. Damn the snooze.

This morning, Granny Smith apple and raspberries (to finish both off). Yum. I tried putting the berries into cheesecloth and squeezing, and boy is that messy. I ended up massaging the ball of mushed berries ove…

Day 2 of 60 dinner time?

Found it hard at dinner to not jump my hubby for his reheated pizza. I made some pineapple, red pepper, apple, pea shoot juice. It was pretty good, maybe a bit too much pineapple. The acid is getting to me tonight.

Chamomile tea with a touch of honey as dessert...not as thrilling as one would hope, but it is nice to have a warm drink after cool and cold juice all day. I wonder if it is still a juice fast if I juice tomato, jalapeno, onion, and maybe potato and heat it into a soup....hmmmm.

Day 2 of 60

Last night the hunger pains were minimal. I wanted to eat, to chew something, but a lot of this was my brain wanting food, not my body. My mind was dancing with thoughts of food and the devil inside me wanted me to rush into the fridge and eat that leftover half of a sandwich and feel its cold yumminess, and somewhat stale bread, and wilted lettuce, and soggy, somewhat slimy bread. (NOTE: This is today's rational description, developed because the angel in my head is working as a reality check to what that sandwich actually was, and not the gleaming vision of Italian deliciousness my mind conjured at that time.) It would have been easy, quick, simple, just gobble and done. But a lot kept me sane. My husband, for one, who ate said sandwich for dinner (out of my eyesight after I told him about my "hunger") and the baby bits of willpower I am in the process of nurturing.

See, I always thought I had no willpower. It was easier to do the things I wanted if I told myself I…

Thinking Juice Fast

In the beginning of any new adventure, the author usually has a line that draws a reader in - "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..." ; "All this happened, more or less" ; "Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way" ; "They shoot the white girl first." I don't have that quick witted beginning. All I have is this cup of green liquid in a clear plastic cup, and about 3 hours to go until bedtime.

This is the first day of the rest of my life. Today I turned 31; I also embarked on a journey that will take me 60 days with no solid food, only fresh juices and water. I do not take this lightly and I did not decide on a whim that I will be on this liquidarian fast for two months. I have been considering this for over a year and have been preparing for the past few weeks to get on with it. There is a story behind this, as there always is, but now is not the time. I promise it will unfold as I do ov…