So, I’ve conquered the six-day detox. DONE! I can’t believe I went for six days without eating a morsel of food. It’s creepy, really. Of course, I can’t just jump right back into food. Today is Juicing Day. Everything is going through my Champion Juicer. Kind of like a mother bird munches up her babies food. Tomorrow will be juice and raw friut and veggies. Then back to ‘normal’.

I think it’s been a good experience all around. Except for the whole anti-social part. Healthwise, I’m feeling great. The body odour has gone the way the dinosaur. My tongue is once again pink. My skin is once again clear. I lost about eight pounds, but since weight loss was never a priority, I’m fine with that. As well as the juice, I think I’m going to start taking acidophilus again. I figure now that my intestines are clear, I better be careful what I put down there for the first while. Whatever I eat first will become my bowels first inhabitant. That means: No flour products for awhile. I’ve been slowly cutting them out anyhow, but now it’s especially important.

I’m also glad I can stop talking about this fasting thing. Anyone who had the misfortune of reading my journal entries over the past week has probably had their fill of body odour and bowel movements.


About Angela

My name is Angela. I am a 28 year old psych and criminology graduate, but I'd rather not diagnose you. I am a cuddle-slut. I can recite the entire script of The Princess Bride, (including accents) and believe that the meaning of life is contained within. Polyanna, commercials, and Oprah 'reunion shows' make me cry. I can whistle and hum at the same time, but I cannot touch my toes. I am an expert in both listening and talking. I look good in orange. I am a writer. I kick ass in Gin, Hearts, and Cribbage but I don't understand Canasta or Bridge. I can be heard singing Broadway numbers from my shower, and have dressed up as a viking princess, (complete with aluminum foil breast plate) The Phantom of the Opera, and a Ghostbuster for Hallowe'en. I have a bird named Bean. I have a brother named Adam. They are not related. I like vanilla body lotion, peanut butter, saunas, Jim Carrey, broccoli, pets,, Muppets, Kevin Smith, Corelle dishes, dry erase white-boards, Barenaked Ladies, Philosophy, the letter J, Harry Potter, picture frames, swimming, quilting, Michael Moore, genealogy, Raggedy Anne, tacky 50's tchotchke, 'Idiot's Complete Guide To' books, tweezers, feather pillows, polar dips, aquariums, Martin Luther King Jr., and Dr. Pepper. I don't like meat, gossips, cooked carrots, American Idol, mosquitoes, sweating, politics, public washrooms, tardiness, tuition, hunting, pat answers, pick up lines, brown bananas, cliches, pine scented air freshener, Kevin Costner, bacon, candied apples, pro-wrestling, humidity, and hypocrisy. Books I've read recently The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, The Dark Tower, When Nietzsche Wept, What's So Amazing About Grace?, Catcher in the Rye, Not Wanted On the Voyage, The Red Tent, The Little Prince, The Way the Crow Flies, Slaughterhouse-Five, The Poisonwood Bible, The Fall, The Knot of Vipers, Calculating God, The Chrysalids, Sick Puppy, Nineteen Eighty-Four, Franny and Zooey, The Brothers Karamazov, and jPod. I am slightly neurotic. No I'm not. Yes I am.

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