Day 9: Breakfast of champions

There's just no way your breakfast was as good as mine this morning. I mean, really:



That's strawberries, pineapple, kiwi, an orange (that might have some kind of grapefruit strain in it? I dunno) and spinach to balance it out.
This is my reward for making it 8 days so far; I know it's sugary, but I don't really care. I had to make up for last night — I do not know why we had "brassica" in our "like" column, because it was verging on nasty. Mostly just ... thick. Very thick and very green. Broccoli, man. That stuff is hard to get down in juice form. But I finished it! Even though it was in the most gigantic bottle I have.

Blech.

Hot yoga again last night, and I'm planning on the 6:15 tonight. When I talk about going so often, it sounds excessive, but (a) I want to get as many classes in during my $20-2-weeks, and (b) without it, I wouldn't feel as convinced of the fruits of this juice fast labor. It makes me feel fit, inside and out. Plus, it's been really cool to see improvement, just in the last week. I can stretch further, balance better, hold postures longer.

People keep asking if this juice thing is giving me more energy, and I can't really answer. Maybe? I feel more inclined to do things, like yoga, but I'm not sure if that's because of more energy or because I want to stay active to avoid sitting at home thinking about food. I'm still sleepy when I wake up, which is kind of a letdown; I was hoping the juice would fix that. Actually, most mornings when I wake up and get out of bed, I have to lie back down again, because I get crazy intense head-rushes and feel like I'm going to pitch forward onto the floor. Hmm.

But it was nice yesterday to have a friend tell me I looked different — like my skin was better, and I looked more energetic. I know it's not the point of it all, but it feels good to have other people notice (even if he was just being nice, because he knows the fasting is hard).

Anyway. I am going to try to make this day off productive by scrubbing my shower & preparing all my juices for tomorrow. Ve shall seeeee...

— molls