Juice Fasting - Day 1
For ease, each day, I will be juicing and consuming:
6 x Cucumbers
24 x celery stalks
12 x Granny Smith Apples
3 x lemons (peeled)
That's it!
Why and I doing this?
I am in AGONY!
The backs of my ankles and entire heels of both feet ache soooo much. My left knee has also began hurting in the last week or so and I KNOW it's due to the weight.
I am at 18 stone!
It actually hurts to say it.
At this point it's not just the weight gain that makes me feel like shit, it's eating in general. The whole pantomime and ritual of cooking, eating and feeling like I'm ready to sleep right afterwards, no matter how small or nutritionally balanced the portions are, is driving me mental.
The fact is, I feel just as disenchanted eating a burger and fries as I do eating fish, rice and vegetables.
I'm BORED of eating!
It's not food, it's me.
I will not bore anyone with what has lead to this point unless asked because the truth is, this has been a very long time in the making.
The culmination of me being about to turn 30 years old, and having sod all to show for it, being very unhealthy and also losing my Dad last month had lead me to question literally EVERYTHING!
My head is on fire, but what I do know is that whatever, I have been put on this Earth to do, if anything will not manifest itself unless I take charge. Right now, in this moment ''taking charge'' for me means starting with my health.
Health to me isn't always about what you look like, it's about the things you're thinking, feeling and saying to yourself.
I am working on each thing, part by part.
First up, 56lbs (4 stone) of the full 112lbs (8 stone) I need to lose, has got to vanish. I may change the amount I want to lose depending on how I start to look and feel, but for now, those are the numbers I'm shooting for.
PLEASE NOTE: I am about to be (and will continue to be) VERY candid about my eating habits, how I feel and what is happening to my mind and body during this diary. Do not continue reading if you are easily offended / do not enjoy reading
**shit is about to get real - you have been warned**
Wanna know how bad things are?
I cannot recall the last time I left the house WITHOUT my duffel coat to cover my lumps and bumps.
It can be 25 degrees outside and I still wear this thing and sweat like a bastard, because someone seeing all of me sadly hauling my gargantuan frame across the roads is more than I can bare. The amount of times I have got ready to go somewhere, then catch sight of how fucking HUGE I am in a mirror and decide to stay home is insane.
I either go out really early in the morning, or really late at night to generally avoid people because I know I look like shit.
I last went shopping 18 months ago because I can never find anything to fit me.
The crippling anxiety that engulfs me when I have to get ready to go out is now so common place, I have to coax myself out by making deals with myself. ''Go to the post office like you're meant to, post your parcel, then on the way home, you can cut through Marks & Spencers and get yourself a sandwich.....and crisps.... and a tub of those mini swiss rolls you like. Oh fuck it, and a bottle of Cava''
Imagine THAT being your daily motivation . . . .
So what?
All of the above are things that would cause the average person to take control of their life, not me.
The truth is, I have been rapidly gaining 14lbs (a stone) a year, for the last 6 years and I have done NOTHING about it.
That's the truth of the matter.
So, now that day one of juicing and drinking is down, how do I feel?
Surprisingly okay, I had a few wobbles emotionally today where I just wanted to go and get some fatty food. I also had some brain fog but I put that down to not drinking enough water. Now that I have drank significantly more H2o, I'm feeling great.
I had my first juice at 10.30 am, then second at 1pm, but that wasn't enough, so I had another at 1pm. I then had one at 3.15pm and 5pm.
At this point, I still have about 1/4 of a gallon left and currently sipping my sixth glass at 7.20pm.
I was all geared up to feel horrendously lethargic but, nope, I have been fine.
I generally miss chewing but I have not felt ravenously hungry . . .
The first 72 hours of any new way of eating is the hardest but I am hoping I continue to feel like this.
For ease, each day, I will be juicing and consuming:
6 x Cucumbers
24 x celery stalks
12 x Granny Smith Apples
3 x lemons (peeled)
That's it!
Why and I doing this?
I am in AGONY!
The backs of my ankles and entire heels of both feet ache soooo much. My left knee has also began hurting in the last week or so and I KNOW it's due to the weight.
I am at 18 stone!
It actually hurts to say it.
At this point it's not just the weight gain that makes me feel like shit, it's eating in general. The whole pantomime and ritual of cooking, eating and feeling like I'm ready to sleep right afterwards, no matter how small or nutritionally balanced the portions are, is driving me mental.
The fact is, I feel just as disenchanted eating a burger and fries as I do eating fish, rice and vegetables.
I'm BORED of eating!
It's not food, it's me.
I will not bore anyone with what has lead to this point unless asked because the truth is, this has been a very long time in the making.
The culmination of me being about to turn 30 years old, and having sod all to show for it, being very unhealthy and also losing my Dad last month had lead me to question literally EVERYTHING!
My head is on fire, but what I do know is that whatever, I have been put on this Earth to do, if anything will not manifest itself unless I take charge. Right now, in this moment ''taking charge'' for me means starting with my health.
Health to me isn't always about what you look like, it's about the things you're thinking, feeling and saying to yourself.
I am working on each thing, part by part.
First up, 56lbs (4 stone) of the full 112lbs (8 stone) I need to lose, has got to vanish. I may change the amount I want to lose depending on how I start to look and feel, but for now, those are the numbers I'm shooting for.
PLEASE NOTE: I am about to be (and will continue to be) VERY candid about my eating habits, how I feel and what is happening to my mind and body during this diary. Do not continue reading if you are easily offended / do not enjoy reading
**shit is about to get real - you have been warned**
Wanna know how bad things are?
I cannot recall the last time I left the house WITHOUT my duffel coat to cover my lumps and bumps.
It can be 25 degrees outside and I still wear this thing and sweat like a bastard, because someone seeing all of me sadly hauling my gargantuan frame across the roads is more than I can bare. The amount of times I have got ready to go somewhere, then catch sight of how fucking HUGE I am in a mirror and decide to stay home is insane.
I either go out really early in the morning, or really late at night to generally avoid people because I know I look like shit.
I last went shopping 18 months ago because I can never find anything to fit me.
The crippling anxiety that engulfs me when I have to get ready to go out is now so common place, I have to coax myself out by making deals with myself. ''Go to the post office like you're meant to, post your parcel, then on the way home, you can cut through Marks & Spencers and get yourself a sandwich.....and crisps.... and a tub of those mini swiss rolls you like. Oh fuck it, and a bottle of Cava''
Imagine THAT being your daily motivation . . . .
So what?
All of the above are things that would cause the average person to take control of their life, not me.
The truth is, I have been rapidly gaining 14lbs (a stone) a year, for the last 6 years and I have done NOTHING about it.
That's the truth of the matter.
So, now that day one of juicing and drinking is down, how do I feel?
Surprisingly okay, I had a few wobbles emotionally today where I just wanted to go and get some fatty food. I also had some brain fog but I put that down to not drinking enough water. Now that I have drank significantly more H2o, I'm feeling great.
I had my first juice at 10.30 am, then second at 1pm, but that wasn't enough, so I had another at 1pm. I then had one at 3.15pm and 5pm.
At this point, I still have about 1/4 of a gallon left and currently sipping my sixth glass at 7.20pm.
I was all geared up to feel horrendously lethargic but, nope, I have been fine.
I generally miss chewing but I have not felt ravenously hungry . . .
The first 72 hours of any new way of eating is the hardest but I am hoping I continue to feel like this.
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