Jamie, the Godfather of Juice

I've guessed what it was like to relapse after being clean, but tonight, I know for sure.

It sucks.

Here's the thing.

I am rebellious, always have been.

I do not like feeling like I HAVE to do something.

Even if it's something that's good for me, or that I want to do.

So... to stay within the confines of a juice fast means that I am being forced to abstain from anything other than juice.

Ummm...no.

I decided tonight that I am in charge of my life and if I want to eat food that has not been pureed, I will.

So, I ate.

And ohhhh...it was good.

I ate ham steak (prepared by Gregg "the grill master" Everhart...hello??! Who can resist anything prepared by the Master???). I ate hummus. I ate pasta salad. I ate sausage.

And I ate ice cream. Rocky Road.

My grandma made chocolate zucchini bread. I've never had chocolate zucchini bread, so how could I not try some?

And then...Jamie came home.

I could have kept it from him...he never would have known.

But, I told him.

It was like repenting.

"I regret it. I really regret it. I'll run on the treadmill. I'll drink the juice. Should I drink some juice now? I won't eat tomorrow. Tell me, what do I do?!"

And Jamie...wise, wise Jamie...says just two words, "Grapefruit juice".

So, there it is ... there's my hail mary, my holy penance of the juice fast ...

I will drink grapefruit juice (apparently it's good for digestion).

And tomorrow...

juice, juice and more juice.