Not sure if this is a detox or a diet. I don't like the sound of either of those but since the first three letters of diet spell 'die' - I'm going with detox. Mentally prepared and well stocked for this - not to mention happy that this detox consists of actual food and not just lemon and syrup water, I get up and enthusiastically prepare my first breakfast shake.
I put the non-dairy 'milk,' soy protein, flax seed oil, ice and frozen berries into the blender in a hurry. Hit the on switch and the machine made that high pitch sound of the blades spinning, but nothing is being mixed up. What the hell? Apparently the blender didn't quite like the frozen concoction and it took it a while to churn it into a drinkable mixture. After arguing with it, the final result was a bright purple color -- a color you would only find in the 64 crayola box with some strange name like grape vomit. It didn't taste half bad, however. Hello breakfast.
With a slight headache - probably due to the lack of caffeine and my body's shock, I spent most of the day obsessing about food. This is what you do when you can't have something. Of course, obsessing about food makes you hungry. I avoided anything that popped up on my computer screen that had to do with Epicurious or Williams Sonoma or even Martha Stewart for fear of spotting her making some perfect apple pie. I'd hate to send her non-deserving hate mail.
Lunch rolled around and it was brown rice and steamed vegetables. Very unexciting. Surprisingly enough - it filled me up. For a snack I ate an apple and by the time I got back to the townhouse - no hunger pangs and the food obsession subsided. Off to the gym I went. Worked out and came back to make fish, more rice and more veggies. So far/ so good. The thought of dinner without wine is something that never dawned on me could actually happen. I, shockingly, survived the absence of the nectar of the Gods.... Hopefully I have not angered Bacchus, as I really am looking forward to falling back into his good graces again very soon.
After Day 1 there has been nothing shocking to report. My skin hasn't miraculously become porcelain like and my hair hasn't become perfectly straight, shiny and/or the envy of every woman in Portland. No job offers for the ex in Siberia either. Nope - nothing really noticeable to report. Except the slight headache.
Day 2 -
Started out equally as uneventful as Day 1 - except for this morning breakfast shake, I used half a banana instead of the frozen berries. Much better. Not really missing coffee all that much, although at this point I haven't been around it. If I smell it I'm sure I will start foaming at the mouth. It's been replaced with Yerba Mate tea for the time being - which has a little of the caffeine in it but not nearly as much. I'm supposed to be drinking green tea but I figure tea is tea is tea - right?
Snack consisted of nuts -- you are what you eat -- and lunch was more brown rice and veggies. Today was a little different. When I got back to the townhouse later that afternoon, I could feel little pangs of hunger. Like my body is wondering where the good stuff has gone. I keep reminding my tummy that this is temporary. Patience, grasshopper.
Fighting off the hunger pangs and those little voices that try to talk me out of going back outside, I made it to the gym, followed by more fish and rice for dinner. Made a salad in lieu of the steamed veggies and had my first faux-paux in the form of balsamic vinegar. Didn't realize I wasn't supposed to have that since it is 'yeast producing.' Kicking myself that if I was going to screw up - why couldn't it be with a nice glass of Cabernet? Wasted mistake. I didn't get very far into the salad before I read that, luckily.
Still, I don't feel that different. My head still has a dull pain that I'm starting to think has always been there, but without the wine I'm just starting to notice. I'm not in a foul mood nor do I want to kick anyone's teeth in. I'm looking at this as a positive step in the right direction.
Tomorrow is a new day.
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