Today kicks off my first full day of a 21-day cleanse I've embarked upon to clean out my system, regulate my insides and perhaps lose a few pounds along the way (see
Diary of a Cleanse: Introduction). Last night, I fell asleep relatively easy without the aid of sleeping pills, which I sometimes use when I suffer from insomnia. Sleeping pills are banned from the program, so I'm going to have to adjust on my own. Thank goodness I only rely on them a couple of nights a week.
I've packed almonds and a fruit for the office (2 accepted snacks if you get hungry, others include baby carrots and cucumbers, both of which I will only eat if able to dip into a thick creamy dressing) and I have plans to order a chicken breast with veggies for lunch.
So far, so good. The shake goes down fine, though I try to drink it too fast and almost gag. I have already added blueberries, but I have got to do something to make this more drinkable. Perhaps I'll add Stevia.
My real question is: Will I get a huge headache if I don't drink coffee this morning?
Lunchtime: Will I Fall Off the Wagon?
I get into the office. I'm surprised the shake I drank at 8 a.m. has kept me satiated. And so far, no headache from the lack of coffee. I drink several bottles of water so that I have to use the restroom every hour.
Then around 10 a.m., I start feeling the hunger rumbles. I eat a few almonds.
At 10:30, I get up to make green tea. En route to the kitchen I decide to tell my coworkers about the cleanse. I work with 7 guys and we're all pretty close. I know they'll get a kick out of this.
"Dan, I'm warning you, if I'm cranky the next couple days it's because I'm on a cleanse and I can't drink coffee. I'm stuck with this," I say, wagging my green tea bags at my friend Dan.
"What?" he says, "this means you aren't eating pizza with us?"
"Pizza????"
"Yeah, Kevin (our boss) is ordering in a few pies for lunch."
The last time our team ordered in food was for the presidential election almost a year ago. We had pizza pies brought in from one of the best places in New York. We're talking crispy crusts on the outside, salty and soft on the inside. The freshest mozzarella possible, a top-secret sauce made from a recipe generations-old, salty pepperoni, real Greek olives, fresh basil: all of this coal-fired in an oven. I couldn't miss the Once a Year Pizza Party!
I march into Kevin's office and tease him, "Kevin, you order in pizza on Day One of my big cleanse?" I explain to him what I'm doing.
Kevin erupts into laughter. I warn everyone I'll have to work from a conference room during lunch so as not to be tested by the pizza while eating my chicken breast and veggies, but the guys insist I start my cleanse the NEXT DAY. It is only Day One. Why not postpone it a day?
I mull over the idea in my head and decide that if I eat the pizza for lunch, I can continue the cleanse with the shake tonight and just make sure not to fall off the wagon again.
I eat 3 slices of glorious, gloppy pizza. I rarely allow myself to eat pizza, and this is the most delicious pizza I've ever had in my life. The crust is perfectly charred on the bottom and the pepperoni is so good I want to suck the flavor out of it. I know that this is the last great meal I will have for 22 days.
I dutifully take my lunchtime pills. I'm still on the cleanse, I just had a little set back.
Dinner: Back on the Wagon?
I have a party to go to in the Financial District that starts at 7 but won't really rev up until 10. My plan is to get their early, say my hellos, then book it home to my shake. I can't drink alcohol, anyway, but I do want to see my friends.
It's 6:30 and I have time to kill. I'm wearing high heels and carrying a heavy laptop, so I can't go far. I meander over to the Fulton Fish Market and watch street performers. I wander into a few stores. Already, my stomach is telling me it's dinner time. It's been 6 hours since the pizza.
There's no place to sit. My feet hurt. The laptop is annoying me. I consider bagging the party until I turn and see the McDonald's sign looming in front of me.
"I'll just go in and order seltzer water and sit and read my book for the next half hour," I think.
I walk into McDonald's, a place I never eat at unless desperate for food, despite the fact that I love their fries and hot fudge sundaes. I walk up to the woman waiting to take my order. My stomach is grumbling now. I realize I have 2 more hours until I'm home with my shake. I remember the pizza (bad Julyne, bad, bad!). I think about the hamburgers and shakes and coffee (coffee!) and sundaes and fries and I know my wallet is flush with cash. I could have one of everything. Do they even serve Perrier or San Pellegrino at McDonald's?
The girl behind the register smiles at me patiently.
"Small hamburger, small fries and a Coke, please," I order.
Fell off the wagon again. I'll just have to start the cleanse tomorrow. At least I was relatively good. Although I was tempted, I didn't get a coffee and a hot fudge sundae.
Day 2: Can I make it through a whole day on The Clean Program without messing up?
More Diary of a Cleanse:
Introduction
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