6 am: Wake from a restless night of sleep, exhausted. Decide to skip my run and go back to sleep.
7:30 am: Get ready for work, reach for box of saltines and remember that I’m not eating today….all day.
9 am: David arrives with my juices. Since I haven’t slept or had coffee, I can barely open my eyes but one little glance at David’s gleaming teeth, glossy hair, and glowing skin and my motivation is renewed. I skip back to my office’s kitchen and crack open my first juice. It’s comprised of kale, spinach, and other bright green things but surpringly it doesn’t taste bad at all.
11:30 am: I’m staring longingly at Carol’s coffee, Ricky’s latte, and Brandon’s iced cappuccino. My head is pounding so I run to Starbucks and order a venti iced green tea and glare at all the coffee drinkers.
12 pm: Juice number two: a pineapple, apple and mint concoction. It’s heavenly, and combined with my huge green tea, I’m starting to feel okay.
1 pm: Meet Dawn for lunch and sit pathetically on the sidelines while she eats a frittata and salad. I get a black iced tea (not technically allowed on the fast, but how different is black tea from green tea really?). Start to feel extremely nauseous and head back to the office for juice number three.
2 pm: I offer Carol a sip of juice and she declines because honestly, romaine, celery, AND parsley is just a little much.
7 pm: In the past four hours, I’ve consumed all of my last three juices and I’m still starving. That said–and it might be because my vision is a little blurry from being so hungry–I swear my skin coloring has improved. Could it be that my cheeks are naturally rosy after just one day of this oh-so-painful fast?
