Juicing

Starting out, I was optimistic.  I had a very humorous approach to this whole journey, but I was unprepared for what it was really like.  Today, it is the morning of day two, of four days, of the all juice diet.  Nancy is helping me by picking out the right vegetables and fruits to add to the juice, breakfast, lunch and dinner,  This morning, I am caught off guard by the crushing hunger that rumbles through my midsection.  From my ribcage to my pelvis, it feels like there is some angry mass of snakes roiling around an elusive mouse, snapping and spitting, trying desperately to catch the prey.  It is only day two and I feel like I am dying.  My head feels pressurized, my muscles feel weak and I have an undercurrent of anger and annoyance that I cant seem to shake.  I am trying my hardest to be supportive and positive, but all I want to do is sit alone in a room and not talk to anyone.  Just drink the juice and wait until the whole thing is over.  It's only four days.  I've spent more time alone, not doing anything.  "It's only four days," I tell myself.  "You have to do this for yourself.  For Nancy.  For your future children."  The first thing Im going to do is take Nancy to a really good sushi restaurant.  Not one of those crappy chain places, but a really good, fresh sushi place.  The goal being to have a very healthy first meal to train my taste buds to like healthy food.  I just have to work through this.  Completely.  I have to do this.  More later.