I’m hungry and grouchy and I want to eat. This isn’t fun anymore and I still have another four days to go. I’ve started arguing with myself over whether or not I’m going to finish this. I keep saying that I didn’t think it through properly. And then I come back with “Oh, bullshit. How much thinking about it was there to do? Eight days without eating is a long-ass time! I knew I’d get hungry and grouchy.”
The moment has arrived.
Why did I do this again?
Oh yeah – to challenge myself. To give my digestive track and liver a little holiday. To drop a few pounds. To push myself. To be able to say “Yeah, I did that.”
But I might also be able to say, “Yeah, I did that – and it was sooo stupid!”
This is what I want.
This is what I’m having.
No, it’s not juice, but it is a liquid full of vitamins so it counts as part of the fast.