So, day 1 of my 15 day self inflicted torture began today. As of right now I can say that I have a wicked headache, a wicked longing in my belly for food and I'm having a wicked hard time not giving the death look whenever one of my children asks me a question because I'm too hungry to think.
It is most surprising that I could "eat" so many "meals" in one day and still be so ravishingly hungry. I did have a wicked good time watching the juicer make juice. It was seriously cool. What came out of the juicer, however, was anything but seriously cool. I was hopeful that by putting the juice into a coke cup it would somehow magically become caffeinated and tasty. Yet one more dream to die a slow painful death.
I have never juiced a thing in my life. It reminds me of a large comedian that does a bit about juicing that is really funny. Anyway, I discovered that being lazy about your carrot prep isn't the best idea. I don't think my carrot, apple, ginger juice would have had such an "earthy" taste if I would have peeled the carrots first. Lesson learned. I did drink it 2x today, but I had to make myself.
The sweet potato and carrot fries were actually really tasty and everyone in the family liked them....I had them for lunch and then again for dinner. Ethan stayed home sick from school today so I shared my lunch with him....which wasn't easy since I knew I would starve as a result.
At 10:20 this morning things were looking the most bleak. I was only a few hours in and I broke down and got a popsicle. My day starts at 5:30am and I had some apple and berry concoction, void of any carbohydrates, that I baked this morning and then at 10 I had my snack, which was the juice. By 10:30 I was thinking that death was coming shortly.
I'm not a super happy person fasting, but fasting is easier. You at least aren't teasing your stomach by putting a little bit of food in and not getting full. When you're fasting your stomach finally gives up and there is a spiritual purpose behind it.
Ethan came into the room and asked me what I was doing when I was taking the below picture. I said "documenting my sorrow and despair." It was 10:34 and I was getting Bleak House ready to go so that I could watch someone else's beautifully dramatically dark life instead of thinking about mine while I broke my diet a mere 5 hours in with a toxic popsicle.
The first day of an extreme diet, it is advisable to not have a parent teacher conference. Luckily I survived without getting too snarky. While I was already out and about instead of conserving energy by lying in bed, I went to a farmers market and picked up a box of peaches. They are from Ut and so amazingly tasty. Peaches was not on my list of acceptable foods today so I only had 1 slice, but it was heaven.
General conference is coming up very soon which I am soooooo looking forward too and it will be so fun to be eating some southern peach cobbler - made from peaches I canned - that were grown in Ut - while I am being spiritually fed -via broadcast from Ut. Yes, we've already established that I'm a nerd.
My friend had me pick her up a box as well and when I dropped it off to her and reported how my first day of starvation was going she gave me some great therapy. That nice little dvd set of awesomeness! If that doesn't get me through the next 15 days, nothing will.
What am I doing with such a large box of peaches? Do you really need to wonder? What better way to distract yourself than by canning peaches. I haven't canned peaches yet, so I pulled out my little go-to book for all things canning. It really has everything you need to know.
Ethan and I got 5 quarts canned this afternoon and I decided to do the rest tomorrow...if I'm still alive :0)
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