Woke up late (lazy, lethargic after insomniac night), picked up the juicer, and made myself some beet-apple-cucumber juice. Yum. No, seriously, it’s good. It also makes my lips look like they’re slathered in sexy red lipstick. Totally hot. I wish Revlon made something similar.
I’m not hungry. But, again, I know how it goes: it takes three days to really get the crap out of your system, before hunger pangs and symptoms of immediate healing crises stop popping up so frequently. None of those yet, but it’s too soon.
Two confessions: I’m weaning myself off of coffee with one cup today, taken with my last square of Black & Gold’s 85% cacao dark chocolate. I did resist buying fresh figs (my favorite) at the store today, though, so I feel I’m doing awwright.
