I thought I’d share a couple photos of our meals these days.

These are two-person meals and each produce 32 oz of juice (16 oz for each of us). Our juicer is a beauty to behold, and each juice comes out frothy and yum. Because we wish not to die, we wash our produce by letting it soak in some water with organic apple cider vinegar and baking soda, and then we scrub and rinse them. For unscrubbable produce, we gently rub them clean by hand, then cross our fingers and hope the soak and rinse was enough. So far, we are not dead.

Feelings and Things

• I felt great today! It’s really weird how much the cravings dissipate over time. But understand the relative nature of that statement: Two days ago I would have eaten the cats if I didn’t have to clean up the mess. Yesterday I would have literally stolen candy from a baby. Today we walked by half-eaten pieces of stale baguette soaking in a puddle on the asphalt, in an alley, next to a dumpster, and I looked at Andy with accepted defeat and said “I could eat that.” See the gradual line of improvement there? Like I said, it’s relative.
• Still no breaking out or havoc wreaked on my body. What gives? I’d like to get the ugly part over with, please.