If you read my earlier entry on my decision to undergo a two-day liquid fast, this entry will make more sense.
So, as promised, I am writing to let you know how my 48-hour stint with the miracle juice went. First, let me just say that I am back among the living - yes, it was touch and go for a while there. I do believe that I had entirely flat-lined before the slice of pizza entered my mouth. Once the liter of fully-sugared Pepsi began its course through my veins, I was pretty much out of the water. Of course, these extreme life-saving measures were necessary only after trying to subsist on first the juice alone, then on feeble nibbles of raw spinach. Finally, meat had become absolutely essential for survival. But I drew the line there....doggone it, no carbs while I was fasting, I decided!
Anywhoo, the pizza/Pepsi combo incident occurred the morning after the first 24-hours. Apparently my brain had smartly kicked into its "watch out, we're smack in the middle of a famine!" mode. Good to know it was still in operation after a day with barely any nourishment. Suffice it to say that I did not complete a full 48-hour fast. Eating a bucketful of raw spinach leaves is, in it's purest sense, not technically fasting, meaning I made it only until lunchtime the first day. And I'm not sure if it was the pound of fried hamburger that followed the greens or the miracle juice itself that gave me the worst heartburn of my life. Let me just conclude by pronouncing that I am hereby done with such extreme measures to lose weight. I, like most everyone, will simply have to abide by the tried but true technique: less in, more out. 'Nuff said for now.
On that note, I'm off for a jog in this tundra-like May weather. And I'm grateful that today I have the energy for such a trek, as I have eaten healthy, nourishing food today. Which is truly the nicest thing you can do for your body.
Wishes of health to all,
L
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