Standing at the brink of this crazy new diet, I can't help but feel a little scared. I always get like this on the eve of something new, and though giving up all solid food in lieu of liquids isn't new to me, this level of intensity and commitment is. I won't lie; some of those juices we made tonight tasted great, yeah, but one or two of them were outright gross. Finding good, cheap recipes for juice that I can stand drinking, day in and day out, is as daunting as it is important.
Sitting here, waiting for these videos to upload, I should be feeling excited. Thrilled, even. I'm about to start a new chapter of my life that will help bring me to a level of health I've only ever dreamed of, and it's everything I've ever wanted. But all I feel is nervous, nauseous and scared. I should be eager but all I really want to do is go eat something terrible as a final farewell to this horrible side of my life.
I'm sure, to some extent, that this is what drug addicts feel like the night before they go to rehab.
I wonder if the local McDonald's is open 24 hours...
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