I’m officially on the final day of a 3 day juice cleanse with the folks at The Weekly Juicery, and while I plan on giving y’all a full run down of the ins and outs of juicing next week here’s a preview: the juices tasted great on day one and on day two I was so hangry I could’ve eaten my own hand. Keeping my fingers crossed my third and final day is essentially painless.
One thing I have learned during this juice cleanse is that I love food. It’s not just some fleeting romance, it’s a serious thing. I never realized how often I think about food, think about what I’m going to cook for dinner, or lust over the new menu items around town until I cut out food for three whole days and drank my meals instead.
I was THIS close to throwing in the towel last night. SO close that I had even begun to recruit friends to help me break my fast with a greasy cheeseburger, but I held out. I stayed strong, and now the only thing that’s really pushing/dragging me to the finish line is my ego. That and the smell of Saturday’s brunch lying thick in the air. Wish me luck.