Being the week of my monthly juice cleanse (you can file that under “extreme self-care”, see previous post) and being practically unreachable having a secret phone number, it’s tempting AF to go completely off the grid this week.
But I’m not gonna do that. Mainly because the ‘gram likes to paint extended Juice Cleanses as a light and breezy transformation time filled with magic, and kittens, and rainbows—and that is simply not the case. I’m here to tell you the truth.
It gets dark and bleak. No matter how many recipes you have—you miss food and chewing. Depending on how toxic your body is, there are varying degrees of unpleasant side effects. There will come a wall and quitting will seem completely acceptable even if you were raised in “can’t is not a word we use” type of house like I was.
Not to say that there isn’t good stuff—magic and transformation, rainbows even if you plan your juices that way...but it comes in waves, and like everything else in life: the really good stuff is on the other side of the wall. All the mental clarity, energy surges, light and love, and everything else you’re promised—you have to go through waves of borderline hell to get it. Nobody really tells you that. It’s always “it’s difficult at first, but you’ll get used to it”. Well, no shit. The details of the difficulty are rarely disclosed.
So, I’m on day one of seven. Day one is easy, breezy, beautiful—just like this beach. No complaints today. Just good vibes and rainbows. Kittens sold separately. (but don’t shop, adopt. k? thanks.) 💚