Day seventeen.
I was explaining to Andrea today how everything I had read about juice fasts before starting this juice fast sounded completely fucking unbelievable to me, especially the descriptions of emotional responses. I’d heard of the heady raw food high from juicers and raw foodists, but what I really couldn’t believe was the cyclical bipolarity of it. One moment I feel like I could go another three months, and the next I’m craving that vegan Double Down. Well okay, not quite. But sometimes I’m able to focus perfectly, and the next moment I’m wandering aimlessly around the apartment; some mornings I have boundless energy, and others it takes all I have just to get out of bed. I am generally a pretty mellow, consistent person, and this sort of day-to-day and even hour-to-hour rollercoaster is freaking me out.
Breakfast drink: banana, strawberries, yes. Not sure why Berkeley Bowl strawberries are nearly half the price of Trader Joe’s ones, but I’m not going to argue with $1.40/pound.
Snack: a handful of walnuts, a pear, and 4 ounces of coffee. Tapering off from yesterday, did’t want to get a headache. Mission accomplished.
Dinner drink: last 14 ounces of leftovers from the ill-fated celery experiment. I think I have some better ideas for my next vegetable juice tomorrow, plus a bunch of broccoli to use up.
