My husband has brought up the topic of doing a fast or clease for a while now and I have always dismissed his suggestions before he's even gotten them out of his mouth.
I mean really? A fast? No food? "There is NO way that I could ever do that!"
When I hear the word "fast" it conjures up all sorts of unhappy and miserable associations for me. I think of being hungry and of starving. It reminds me of religious fasts that I do once a year on Yom Kippur, which last about 25 hours and include no food, no water, no nothing. It's not something I look forward to and it's always something I'm relieved is over when I finally get to break my fast. I miss food, during that one day, but I miss coffee more and I inevitably end up with a raging headache or migraine.
So, I'm sitting here, still slightly incredulous that I actually decided to do this. The most recent trigge for me was watching a documentary called "Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead" www.fatsickandnearlydead.com (and if you haven't seen this, then I highly recommend you go check it out. It's available for instant streaming on Netflix.
I was amazed to learn how powerful and healthy a juice fast could be and so here I am on Day 1.
I'm pretty excited, although I won't lie, I'm probably more nervous and scared. I know it's not going to be easy or pleasant, but then I haven't been all that good to my body over the years and so I know that I'll feel better when I get to the end.
I don't know how I am going to go for 30 days. Maybe I won't?
I have no idea how I will get by without any caffeine - I'm craving coffee already.
And I miss food already.
Wish me luck and good health!
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