stilettopimps

I admit it… today I really entertained thoughts of just LICKING the fig, of just sticking that free sample of blueberry pie in my mouth and then spitting it out. I didn’t, because even if it wouldn’t have really screwed things up, it just would have felt wrong. I would have felt like I was lying if I came back here and told you everything was going great. And I didn’t come this far just to compromise my integrity for a fig lick.

My previous plan of doing 13 days now seems laughable. I’m ready, so ready, for day 11 to be here so I can drink something else. The lemonade is tasting quite bad to me today, which might be related to the fact that I had to make it with tap water, regular lemons and LOG CABIN (oh, the shame!) maple syrup. The all-organic version is so much better.

I want to stick it out until my tongue turns pink, but I feel like this has been the longest week of my life. More than anything, I really want a spoonful of hummus. That’s the one craving that I have every single day.

Things have gotten dramatically better since my last post. I’ve been feeling lots of energy, have been exercising and feeling very mentally alert. My roommates keep cooking the most amazing-smelling food ever, but it doesn’t bother me so much anymore. My body is looking better every day. I’m surprised I’ve not lost more weight, though. Only 8 pounds so far, and I’ve definitely got a lot that could go. Oh well—not the point of the cleanse.

The end is in sight! Keep it up, cleansers, good work.

Well, the first four days were all sunshine. And then the storm hit today.

I woke up in a foul mood with NO interest in the salt water or the lemonade. Work was terrible—I was hungry the whole time, surrounded by temptations (I work in a grocery store!), and I was getting really frustrated. When I got home, my roommates were cooking garlic and fresh salsa and all this, once again. Now they are in the living room eating and watching TV and laughing and I feel so extremely separate from them. I want to say, Have you no respect? Don’t eat that in front of me! But I’m the one who’s doing something abnormal here. So I need to just breathe and relax.

Seriously, all I can think about is SOLID FOOD. Chicken pot pie, Wendy’s, Bojangles, mexican food, risotto, a BURRITO. I would love to just take a sleeping pill right now so this day can be over. Please let tomorrow be better. I can’t handle a repeat of this.