Yesterday was day ten and it was mostly good. The whole city venture went all right (aside from rain, traffic and getting lost in Addision (wtf, Danielle, seriously?) on the way back). My interview went pretty well despite the fact that I rambled and couldn't remember my favorite bands in the beginning of it (serious forehead smacking on the drive home occurred), but nothing worth dwelling over. After drinking some water, I was more clear-headed. I was really cranky by the time I got home though, needing lemonade because I had crashed hard.
At any rate, I've decided to end at day ten as originally planned. I hemmed and hawed over it, but it boils down to the fact that I feel like I've gotten what I wanted out of this experience from a mental standpoint. Seriously, if I can abstain from eating anything for ten days then I ought to be strongwilled enough to avoid "edible foodlike substances" too (as Michael Pollan refers to processed foods). Although the physical cleansing wasn't exactly what I had been hoping for, there is no denying the fact that I did detox. Believe me.
As my first post-cleanse day, I did half a SWF, just because my stomach hurt (I think it's the tea). Today I will continue to drink the lemonade, but it will be in addition to orange juice. I need to go get some from the store soon. I may end up just buying oranges and juicing them. I've grown quite fond of the juicer. Tomorrow I can eat fruit and vegetable broth; the day after veggie soup. It's possible I may be going out to dinner for my dad's birthday on Saturday, and I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.
Just gotta stick with the In Defense of Food mantra: "eat food. not too much. mostly plants."
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