i like to call this.. the aisle of lee
I want these babies. Making a promise to myself that if I am well behaved and I can find them for a good deal, I will be buying these.
7AM winter beach vibes #home
Staying Weird in Portland
My Juice Fast Was Not So Great Actually
It is 5 AM the day after my very first juice fast*. I don’t have some prophetic revolution about how AMAZING it felt or how important it is to keep your body clean. But I do have something to say about uncomfortable it is to deprive yourself of sustenance for a full 33 hours.
A friend of a friend set me up with a plan to drink 4 juices all day, plus coffee, tea, and water. I decided that the best way to go about my 1-day juice fast was nonchalantly, with little psychological planning or hype. “This is a walk in the park!” I thought to myself at around 11AM, banging out emails at work.
My day consisted of no fat, no solid food, no pulp, no seeds, not even any spicy flavorful cayenne pepper. The first half of the day was fine, I was running on fumes, got my haircut, and work was busy so I was able to stay sane.
But as soon as 6 o’clock hit and everybody and their mother (literally) was eating dinner in this city, I kind of lost it. I people-watched in Washington Square Park which is one of my favorite things to do. But all I could think about was cronuts and Prince’s Pizza. I saw everyone eating their dinner, enjoying their food. I missed chewing.
The early part of the day was easy, but falling asleep was hard. The hours before I fell asleep were difficult. I could not form full sentences and I was irritable and distracted. It was hard for me to have a conversation or even stay focused and interested in watching some of my favorite shows like Portlandia.
At 2 AM I woke up, dreading the rest of the morning until it was time to eat breakfast. I tossed and turned, tried laying in child’s pose, also tried wearing ear plugs. But nothing worked, nope. I would lay perfectly still, practicing my deep breathing, for less than 7 minutes before impatiently checking the time again, wishing that it would miraculously be breakfast time.
Dramatic? I guess you could say so.
I tried to find some support and comfort on the internet while I laid there, about how cleansing is so good for you, and how detox symptoms are totally normal and part of the experience. But I was ready to quit fooling myself.
So here I am, at 5AM at Cozy Soup ‘N Burger eating a Santorini omelette, consisting of not organic spinach, salty creamy feta cheese, and overly buttered sautéed onions.
And I don’t feel guilty one bit. Rye bread’s never tasted so good.
*important to note: this was a fast, not a cleanse. There is a difference.