OK, so I’ve decided to cut the cleanse to seven days, tomorrow marking the last of this experiment. Why the quick change of heart?
Is it the cravings?
Am I hungry?
Do I feel bad?
No, no, and no.
But, in driving home from work, I hit a guy on a motorcycle as I was pulling into my driveway. Thank God, he’s ok (and so am I; my car wasn’t that lucky) but I have to think that going without food for 144 hours may have had something to do with my lack of concentration. (In actuality, I just had to go into a different lane to make a nearly 90-degree turn since some jackass was 2 feet in my driveway) but still. Not taking any chances.
Seven days is admirable. I’m proud of every one of those seven days. But, after seven days, I think it’s time to return to life as normal…and by normal, I mean "with food".