Yesterday was day 3 of the juice fast and I was psyched. I had some new recipes to try out and for the first time, I felt like I could make it the entire 5 days. I made my juice for the day and Mike picked me up to ride around with him while he worked. I took a sip of one of the new recipes and it was not good. But I drank it up along with a pint of water. I was looking forward to the other juice I had made for later which had pineapple in it.
Then this happened:
And with that, my juice fast effectively ended. Mike’s truck dying meant that he would need to borrow my car for the rest of the week to get to work. Which means I have no easy access to the grocery store to get fresh produce to juice. I finished the juice I had made yesterday and broke my fast with a delicious salad.
The funny thing is, as much as my brain was NOT wired to want only juice when I began this, now it’s wired to want ONLY juice. I had JUST passed the hurdle that would have allowed me to keep going for all 5 days or longer. Everyone who says the first two days are the worst are 100% right. It had become a routine, and I wasn’t struggling with it like I had been the first two days.
I still have some apples & pears. I may make a fruit juice for the morning and see if I can hold out ’til Mike’s break between his jobs to use my car to run to the store. I never would have imagined that breaking the fast wouldn’t be a huge relief. It’s actually a big disappointment. I’d love to finish out my last two days. I guess I’ll have to see what the universe has in store.
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