epic fail.

i ate.
after 22 hours.
i couldn't do it.
i didn't WANT to do it anymore.
i realized that what i was doing wasn't worth what i was trying to achieve. i have decided that what i really want is a cleaner, healthier body, and that i can achieve just that by eating healthy and being more active, which is what i plan to do. so if nothing else..this silly 22-hour liquid nast diet cleared all that fuzz from my brain.
fuck fasting. UGH.

i was fine until i got home from work and sat down to watch the bachelorette, during which, every 2 out of 3 commercials were for the olive garden. at this point i had already downed [and threw up] way too much salt water in an attempt to flush out my system. having to stand in the bathroom and drink even more of this shit was so disgusting and ridiculous that even though i was able to keep the 2nd batch down, i was in no way excited about it. at the very least i thought i'd get a good flush and be able to make it through the night. but nothing happened! i sat there all night and nothing happened. i just felt GROSS. i called matt to complain about how i was feeling and he told me to eat.

so i went to the grocery store and bought a bag of granola, strawberries, bananas and almond milk, brought it over to hermitage and had the best bowl of cereal of my life.

take that, stanley burroughs.


the master cleanse, jessica style. much better.