Day 1-3: Rough. Caught myself milling around in the pantry looking for snacks because quite frankly, I didn't know what to do with myself. Ate a bag of black truffle popcorn before I could leave the health food store parking lot.
Day 3-4: Already feeling full and radiant. Did not sweat the First Friday crowd and their fancy wine and stuffed porcini steakishness.
Day 5: Cleanse officially begins. What hunger?
Maybe I worked out the kinks in the days we spent prepping for the real deal, because it's worrisome how much I'm not hungry. Not really worrisome. It's just that my body isn't experiencing any strange cravings and I'm basically in shock about it.
Spinach, microgreens, cilantro, tomatos, avocado, kalamata olives, cucumber, feta, salt and pepper. Last night I made my own tahini dressing, but didn't even need it. The garden tomatos are so flavorful and I think my tastebuds are operating on warp.
I feel really great, and yet my mind keeps wondering what I'm supposed to be doing other than feeling great.
Women turn to food when they are not hungry because they are hungry for something they can’t name: a connection to what is beyond the concerns of daily life. Something deathless, something sacred.
Geneen Roth, Women Food and God