But I’m not gonna lie to you, it’s still a long road to Day Ten.
I haven’t suffered any adverse effects that ‘the manual’ warns about.
Except maybe the nagging hunger part. Not eating for three days does that to a person.
But I’m pretty pleased with myself for having gone three days on just the lemons, molasses and water concoction and not having had one stitch of food.
I keep wondering when I’m going to hit ‘The Wall.’
My boss Dave asked me again yesterday if I’d like to move to San Jose to take the north territory. He’s got to travel up there this weekend because they just let go of the PAR that was hired around the same time I was. I declined. For the moment at least. All I could picture was driving up the I5, passing one of the many cattle farms during my ravenous hunger strike and taking a cow down in a pasture. How I do love my steaks rare.
I suppose yesterday I hit a few road blocks to be anticipated on a fast. Between a few appointments with my boss, Pam, we stopped at a Ralphs in Encino. I was at the height of my hunger pangs because I had left my tumbler of The Juice at her condo. And according to the churning in my tummy that was eating itself, it was lunch time. All I needed was a bottle of water and a box of tea. Of course, since the layout of the market was unfamiliar, I had to pass the ungodly Easter display taunting me with mountains of pastel candy and my beloved marshy Peeps. *Teardrop*
All I kept saying to myself was, “Someday you’ll be able to eat food again…”
But somehow, I couldn’t comfort me. Waiting for Day Ten is like waiting for Christmas. Or like pre-2004 Boston fans to win the Series. It’s murderous.
As I navigated the snack aisle, this bag of Cheetos tried to tempt me. No, really, I swear, the food started talking to me. Then across the aisle from the Cheetos, this box of Cheez-its was trying to peer pressure me, “Psssst. Hey you… you know you want it. Everyone’s doing it.” All I could think was, how do they get all that cheesy goodness into those little squares?
I had to get out of there. The cookies suddenly had arms grabbing at me like vines and I could hear the ice cream pints over in the frozen food section mocking me. I got out of that joint as soon as I could unscathed.
That was a close one.
The most difficult thing is to carry on with my social activities like business as usual. Which is mostly meeting my friends for breaffast, lunch or supper and watching them eat. I went to visit Bean at the bar and had to physically position my bar stool away from the sight-line of the complimentary Happy Hour chips and salsa. And the other patrons were ordering the most pleasing smelling food EVER. I had to leave after two hours for fear of caving.
Yes. Day Three. I think may be just entering the Body Odor phase of the cleanse. Or I just need my morning shower. It’s only 7a.
But I’m going strong and I’m pushing through my hunger issues.
What’s the first thing I’m doing when I reach Day Ten?
THIS:
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