The Fast and the Furious

I'm doing it...

I am officially on a juice fast.

A juice fast?

Ally B?

The girl who can eat her body weight in simple carbohydrates?

The girl who can out eat a professional athlete? (And by "professional athlete", I mean Mike's 17 year-old brother who plays baseball with his co-workers sometimes... but still...)

Yes, I am doing it.

Now, as this could end badly (as in me committing murder because I am craving mashed potatoes and someone (Mike) gets in my way...), I want to say that I love you all and will miss you while I am in prison.

No... that was a little dramatic.

I don't love all of you...

But AJ says that I can do this. It's all in my head. Hunger is not a sickness. I can control myself.

So, I am putting my faith in AJ, who has faith in me... Ergo, I have faith in myself.

And so far it's been ok.

I've been up for 4 and a half hours and I'm actually fine. I've been drinking juice all day, I have a Jamba smoothie, and I even managed to run some errands and talk the dogs out for a walk.

(This, incidentally, leads me to a small tangent: don't go for a walk the morning following Halloween, especially in a college neighborhood... two words: vomity sidewalk. Enough said.)

So, I will keep everyone updated over the next few days as to how my exploration in self-control is going.

And now I have to pee, because an all-liquid diet is hell on my tiny bladder.