Continue reading about Day 2!
End of Day 1.5:
End of day 1.5, as it were, was not quite as smooth as day .5-.75. There were quite a few "ups" and "downs" throughout the day, but as expected they were nearly all Ups. I woke up in the morning having slept extremely well and, for the first time in quite some time, felt refreshed.
I charged full into the first two juices and finished the third just after lunchtime. I am tickled to report that I figured out why Postmodern provides the cayenne on the side of the lemonade. Because for those of us that are active-minded in this world (does not point to self), that would imply that this particular commodity is "to taste." So the lemonade is no longer the challenge drink. It's the "oh hey, look at that. I get to choose how much spicy pepper goes into this!" awesome lemonade drink.
It also occurred to me that because I have experimented with clean eating for some time, I have developed what a colleague and friend once referred to as "steel cold discipline." (you will find very shortly that this self-assurance has since toppled...ungraciously). And for those of us with a wicked sweet tooth (points to self) I wholly recommend at least dabbling in Paleo, clean eating, or any program that eliminates sugar and processed food for a while before trying a juice cleanse. It helps to have some tricks developed for your thought processes, or habits or hobbies, that will keep you on it.
So I try to be very, very kind to my body whenever I do cleanses, clean eating, or try to take it easy in terms of food. You will rarely catch me exercising more than absolutely necessary at these times. Well, let's be honest. It's kind of like that all the time (save le Yoga, I will chatturunga and down dog and eagle til the break of dawn, my friends). But for some ungamely reason I decide to get on my bike yesterday, ride to MYBO (3.5 miles, an eternity), and sit in the infra red sauna for 1/2 hour. Then ride home.
So this was actually, believe it or not, NBD! Until about 8:30 PM when my body completely gave out. As in "night, night. Do not attempt to have a conversation, stand on your own two feet, or generally function. Peace out." So by that time I stumbled out of the mall, where I had oddly found myself (::shakes head, not odd at all::) and VFR direct to bed. But not before my Cashew Milk! Never before the Cashew Milk. Cashew Milk first, people.
Bottom line and moral of that story is to be aware of how much activity you choose to do during a cleanse. Perhaps choose the easy, slow bike ride or the sauna. But if you choose to push your body when it is rinsing itself of toxins and seeking calories, just acknowledge that you will need a very quiet night thereafter.
End of Day 2.5
So here's the thing. A cleanse relaxes your system, heals your digestive tract, slows your hormones so you stop producing as much insulin. Everything goes to the Carribean for a tropical party. So when this is going on the best, most effective, way to Tsunami the living crap out of said party is to add a dash of alcohol.
I was given a glass of champagne this afternoon and figured "well that's not going to hurt."
NO! no. no no no. nein nein nein nein nein (No, in german). I think when your liver is not ready for alcohol, it decides to shoot it directly into your brain. I got drunk on about 2 sips, then felt like I had an atomic hangover and then.
HUNGER.
MASSIVE, POSSESSIVE, GUT-WRENCHING, INSANE HUNGER.
Because.
Sugar.
You would think that I knew better than this. Alas, I did not. So here is a photo of me drinking the green mama jama trying desperately to quelch the nastiness. It really feels like starting over.
But, you know, why would I do that?
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