“Welcome! We salute your courage and your sacrifice and we wish you Happy Hunger Games!” -President Snow
Did I Just Say “Juicing”?! I did, yes.
We are juicing. That would have been “I am juicing,” but my sweet husband, upon my saying “I’m going to consume nothing but raw juice for 30 days,” came back a short while later (unprompted, I’ll add!) with “Hey, I’ll do it with you.” I’d like to think he knew what he was signing up for when he said that, but let’s be honest: Andy doesn’t read fine print.
It sounds very extreme, I know. I know, I know, I know. It is extreme. That’s kind of the point, but not in the crash-diet sense of the word. I’ll probably get into the long list of “why this” in the coming days (or maybe I won’t, I don’t know, I’m only typing here), but the gist of it is that I wish to reset and see what comes of it. Worsening allergies, a sucky immune system, and cravings and addictions to bad-for-me-foods are the primary culprits fueling this and I’ll leave it at that for now.
And now for the Day 1 rundown:
I am hungry.
That’s pretty much it.
May the odds be ever in my favor.