Saturday (Day 23).
The Cleanse Continues. I'm in for week four! A few reasons why: 1. We didn't do a pre-cleanse. 2. To eat in solidarity with Mom and our peps from Hotlanta. One qualifier, I plan to intentionally cheat a little here and there to "taper" off the diet and hopefully avoid the pain of reentry that Jen has experienced.
Costly Celebration. While I intend to carry on for another week, I went out last night and had two beers to celebrate crossing the official Cleanse finish line. Wow, I felt like #@$! afterwords. I slept poorly and my stomach was upset; I feel like I drank six beers last night not two.
Reentry. Given the impact of last nights beers, I'm nervous about it. Further, I'm nervous about life after the cleanse. I have appreciated the subtle yet measurable benefits of the cleanse, namely more energy, feeling generically healthier (and lighter), and more tempered (and generally higher) emotional well being. At the same time, eating like this all the time seems daunting and man must have beer. Surprisingly, I am interested in staying mostly caffeine free...I think.
Peso. I have plateaued on the weight front. Actually, I weighed in one pound heavier than last Saturday morning. This is fine. If anything I would be happy to put a few pounds on via some muscle building excercise.
Hi Dave! I had a similar reaction to alcohol the night that I went out. I drank a Sam Adams, two glasses of water, and then had a mixed drink that didn't taste very strong, and many more glasses of water. The next morning I felt like I had had 4 drinks, not two. That night I also ate cheese quesadillas and snack food like that, so maybe that contributed too, I don't know. But I was surprised at how crummy I felt. Especially since I had been cheating a little bit all along, I didn't think that anything from the "bad" list would affect me that much. I guess there really is something to this cleanse after all! -Amy
Sunday (Day 17)
24. The pound differential between the tubby twin and yours truly. Holy Shit.
1.5 The Charlie Johnson Clause. This afternoon I had 1.5 beers (a Mitilda) while watching the Green Bay Packers book their passage to the Super Bowl.
125. The average clean grocery bill.
1. The # of big bowls of lemon, ginger carrot soup that I'm about to eat.
Thursday
My skin. No one has said anything about my skin! That tuft of hair on my chest, however, seems to be growing like gangbusters. If I'm lucky maybe I will get some back hair out of this deal.
Looking forward to a beer during Sunday's game. Go Pack.
Tuesday
Olive Oil. Remember in Christmas Vacation when Clark greases the bottom of the sled...that's the role of olive oil. It works. And for the record, I kind of like the stuff. I think of it as dessert these days.
(Finally tried the olive oil, and no sir, it is not like dessert. But I am quite interested in your taste buds since you've been able to handle olive oil and clay shakes. ~Sabrina)
Weight. I've definitely lost some...I have no idea how much cause I never weighed myself but I would estimate 7.
Organic. We went to Kroger's the other day hoping to find cheaper organic, we found cheaper but not organic. Alejandro would be disappointed. I may do this an extra week to try to make up for my large servings and unacceptable intake of "conventional" food.
The Burner. It still smells good.
Eating out on the diet. We went to a local, organic, hippie friendly yet gourmet restaurant and they had nada that fully fit in the diet.
Friday
The Burner Smell Goood. The other day I smelled sweet, sweet smells wafting from the kitchen. I asked Megan what delectable thang is you cooking? She was making tea. It was the burner that I smelt, remains of week's old food, caked on the burner that to me smelled like filet mignon.
State of the Union: Actually, I'm surviving not even cheating much (minus the fact that only about 70% of my food is organic). Well, and I wouldn't describe my serving sizes as dainty.
Cravings: What do I crave? Two things, two things eye crave: beer and consistent bowel movements (you know, shits!)
Discoveries: Kelp (or kale but I prefer to call it kelp) is not soo bad in a smoothie. Avocado, I have always know to be a blessed gift from God but I did not know its versatility, throw one in the blender with some mango and pineapple chunks and whammo you gotz a bangup shake.
Dreams: To one day be the president.
Monday
The spirit of the law. $7 for a bag of "conventional" almonds or $14 for a bag of organic almonds. $19 dollars for a jar of organic almond butter or $5 for a jar of "conventional" almond butter. You can guess what route I chose.
Day 2
As Friday evening was coming to a close, the only word Megan could muster (in a Kai-esque voice) was "cracker." No two ways about it, day one was a doozy in Cin City! On Thursday night we began the opening ceremonies with a vegetable broth, followed two hours later by a clay / fiber shake, followed two hours later by an olive oil and garlic liver cleanse. If that sounds yummy, you're right: Mmmmm, mmmm, good! We are initiating the "Cleanse" with a colon detox. Come Monday we're headed to the prescripted Cleanse diet. Right now the Cleanse diet seems like heavan compared to this no good, rabit food, pipe cleaning affair. Theoretically, the pipe cleaning process (broth, clay shake, olive oil and garlic trifecta) is supposed to last 7 days!!! And get this, they perscribe no food during that time. HELLS no! So, we modified this satanical diet by adding a lunch time salad (for lunch yesterday I had spinich, a dash of black olives, green peppers and a drizzle of olive oil. Cheap Subway sandwhich builder can't make a decent night-shade free salad if his life depended on it! Interestingly enough even without food Thursday night and Friday morning, I felt fine until 5 on Friday night. Then the wheels began to shake. By 7 I had a headache and was listless. Megan and I both agreed to modify some more, we made a salad and steamed some veggies for dinner--seemed awefully luxurious. Then it was back to the shakes. Megan could only suck down half of the clay shake; when combined the clay and fiber create a jelly like substance that is lovely! And speaking of fiber, I think I need more cause that clay seems to be having its way with me. I'm plugged up like the mouse holes we filled with cement at 1060 Aphrodite.
Bueno, its off to "breakfast."
Prep
Shit. Slapem Mackem Jackem. Doctor be back in a second with some medicine.
So, tonight we ate a cheese burger had martinis, beers and champagne (compliment of the chef, nice guy!)...does that count? All organic I am sure.
We're in...starting this weekend!!!
(from your sista---DEAR LORD!!!!!!!)
