Where’s the cheese?
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In a haze I see my hand going up and down, up and down. My body is tired and weak, but I can’t stop. My mouth is in constant motion, my jaw feels as though it will become unhinged. I am starting to feel real pain. My weapon of choice… tortilla chip.
I have had a tummy ache for about a day and half. The Superbowl turned me into some crazed cheese fueled loon. We had about dozen people over for the big game and 3, count it 3, different cheese dips. No doubt they were delicious: spinach and artichoke, queso and a cheesy jalapeno spread. Now we had a lot of other food, but for some reason the cheese was calling to me. The oh so sweet song of indigestion.
I am now a useless lump on the couch. But I am also a lump that just went shopping for a whole garden’s worth of fruit and veg. The beau and I are starting a juice diet. Tomorrow. I feel excited, like I may poop my pants. It could be from the cheese, but I am thinking it is anticipation. Now I read a book on it, but a single book does not an expert make me. But the beau has done this a few times, and the promise of shedding some weight has made me his minion… and sex slave. But apparently while fasting you aren’t allowed to exert too much energy so… well we’ll see I suppose.
I’m not going to push it. Tomorrow starts the pre fast and I am going to take it easy peasy lemon sqeezey. I’m not trying to damage something permanently, I just want to try it and be cleansed. Doesn’t that sound nice? Cleansed. I won’t be cooking any meals for awhile, but I will be drinking food and not drinking booze. Enjoy the ride, I will be posting the craziness. Do you think my skin will turn orange from too much carrot juice?
