7 Day Cleanse- Day 1

The day started with my mother-in-law bringing donuts to the house. And, of course, I didn't have any. I stuck with my watermelon (which was terrible), cantaloupe, and strawberries. And the black coffee. It was as bad as I imagined it would be. But I drank it to keep from getting a headache from lack of coffee.

I had grapes and apples for lunch. The water part has been not fun. I have been having to chug water like beer at power hour at a frat house. Because I hate it that much.

Everything was going well until about 4:00. I just couldn't handle the water anymore. I started feeling really sick. Nauseated. Emotional. Headache. I started thinking I had the flu. That's how bad I felt. I ate some more cantaloupe and grapes.

By the time I got to rehearsal at 6:30, I was literally crying. I wasn't hungry. I'm not hungry now. I just cannot put another drop of that awful wet stuff called water in my mouth. I am going to try the cucumber/lemon/mint water that a friend told me about tomorrow. I have drunk about half a gallon today. That is a ton of water for me. Since I NEVER drink the stuff. EVER. I drink coffee (NOT black), coke zero, wine and vodka. That's about it. I am proud of the water I've drunk, but I did not and will not make the goal today. I'm still working on one bottle, but I only want to hurl it across the room, not drink it.

And now, it's 9:45. I am exhauted, emotional, sick feeling, and my head hurts. I honestly feel like I'm going to throw up. I didn't think that was the kind of "cleanse" it was talking about. If I am not actually sick, and if all these symptoms are from this diet of fruits and water today, then my body was worse off than I thought. If it is freaking out like this because it is missing its daily dose of mass chemicals, then let it. This is one time that my mind is controlling things, not my emotions.

Tomorrow I will wake up and have a day of more water and lots of vegetables. All day. Beginning with a potato for breakfast.

I hope this blog entry makes sense. My mind is mush, and my whole wimpy body hurts. I'm going to take a boiling bath and go to bed. I'm not quitting. I only worry that this week will get harder. And I already feel like death. Pressing on.... Pressing on.......