That’s where I’m headed – out to open water. I’ll be adrift without my tortilla chips and hot salsa. No M&Ms. No peanut butter toast. No black-bean veggie burger spinach salads with tomato, boiled egg, and cottage cheese.
My tummy is grumbly and I’m only 4 1/2 hours into my eight-day juice fast.
I’ve got to keep busy.
I wonder if, over the next eight days, my mind will become sharper and clearer or more muddled. Or somehow – both.
If I could survive on four bottles of wine a day for years with the equivalent of a 1/2 cup of food a day- and I did – I can handle eight days of organic, freshly pressed juices.