Well, I broke my fast. Sort of. In the spirit of confession, let me tell you what happened.
I went on to Facebook to email my half brother Esteban. I have no other way to contact him so I didn't have a choice. I needed to reach him because I need to find out our dad's birthday and birthplace for my passport application. So I emailed him and okay, you've got me...I browsed around for a few minutes. So sue me!
I suppose I could have left the dad info part blank. I mean, it's not like they aren't going to issue me a passport because I have a dead beat dad, right? I figured I'd give it a shot. If Esteban can get it, great. If not, no biggie. Although, from the sound of things, I don't think Esteban and our dad are very close at all.
In a way, knowing that is sort of gratifying. You know, because when I was a kid I always had these fantasies that my dad was so fantastic and I would just love him and we'd have the best relationship. Now I know he is just a jackass. He was a jackass to me, he is a jackass to my brothers and sister. Guess I didn't miss much.
I also (sort of) broke my juice fast. I sprinkled salt over a lemon and slurped it. Technically that's "juice" but yeah, not really. I did this because my neighbor invited me to a Bikram yoga class and apparently, it's absolutely necessary that I drink a bazillion gallons of water along with getting electrolytes. She recommended the lemon with salt. I didn't ask why because she's an expert and I figure she knows what she's talking about.
OMG, that lemon with salt was exquisite!
My neighbor's name is Jerri and when she heard I am doing a 47 day juice fast, she told me I was crazy. Jerri goes to Bikram yoga every single day, sometimes twice a day. I think she's crazy too. That makes us even. She bought me a yoga class because I watched her little boy the other day when she was in a pinch. She didn't have to do that but I'm liking the opportunity to get to know her better.
Bikram yoga isn't that much different than regular yoga except that you do it in a room that is 105 degrees. It's yoga...hell style. I might not actually move at all, simply sit there and sweat...and try to figure out what the heck I got myself into. Jerri says it gives her energy and cleans her mind out from all the gunk. It's also a pretty effective at detoxifying the body and cleaning out the pores.
I figure I could use some energy and some clean pores. Plus, I'm sure it'll help move along the detox from the fast a lot quicker. I am feeling much better today by the way (day 8). I'm not hungry at all. In fact, my body has pretty much stopped screaming out in hunger altogether. It moans from time to time, whimpers and then retreats in defeat. The aches and pains are significantly less and so are the weird side effects. They still happen but it's so much less intense! Also,I've lost 9 pounds. That makes 26 pounds in 5 1/2 weeks of juicing.
I'm officially in week 2 of the fast now and I can't believe it but after watching me suffer for a week straight, my husband decided that he was going to give this fasting thing a shot too! Man must be crazy! Seems like crazy might be part of an epidemic around this neighborhood!