I woke up on day 2 and just felt tired, like run over by a mac truck tired. I declared it a PJ and Movie Day, and Michael and I curled up on the couch in our PJs and watched movies. He ate popcorn, I did laundry, and futzed around online most of the day. It was really actually fine. I was never hungry, just really, really, tired. And freezing. It may have been the lack of calories but I was so cold both days. I drank a ton of herbal tea. I hate tea.
Michael is doing this Sunday night swim program and it has become the bane of our existence. He never wants to go. He hates to go, and when he does go, he gets pulled out of the pool for doing ridiculous things, like light saber matches with other kids in the pool with his kickboard. He spent pretty much the whole day complaining about Sunday night swimming. And as much as I wanted to say “listen buddy, I don’t want to go either,” off we went. And I promised him pizza if he did a good job. (I 100% support parenting by bribery.) And when we got there, I realized I forgot his bag with his towel and change of clothes. I got him in the pool, asked a neighbor and fellow swim team parent to keep an eye on him, and drove home to get his bag. The juice fast was making me an idiot.
Michael did a fantastic job at swimming. Apparently pizza bribery worked. And then I took him out for pizza and I had water. I then took him to our favorite italian ice place and I had tea. I literally thought I was going to turn into tea.
Michael woke up in the middle of the night HYSTERICALLY crying. I have no idea why. He went back to sleep and being this is the second time in two weeks he has done this I’m starting to think he is having night terrors. The problem was, I could not go back to sleep. I was up from 2-4. No idea if that was related to the juice fast, but it was really damn annoying.
Michael let me sleep until 9:30 on day 3 and I woke up not nearly as tired as on day 2, even with the two hours of interrupted sleep. Doug was home so I left Michael with Doug and went to get my tire fixed. Which turned into 2 hours at the mall, walking around by myself. I dutifully brought my juice with me, and sat and drank it while I watched President Obama’s inauguration speech, which one of the stores at the mall had on. I went to Sephora and Lush. How can that not make you happy?
Day 3 was probably my easiest day. The extreme exhaustion was gone, but I never got that AMAZING feeling some people get either. By 3:00 all I really wanted to do was eat something. Chew something. Not because I was hungry, just because I was so sick of drinking. But I finished the cleanse up and went to bed and was looking forward to eating in the morning. I knew I was supposed to reintroduce food slowly but I also knew I had been following a detox diet for 3 weeks, and was just going back to that.
I had a terrible time falling asleep last night. No idea why, I haven’t had any caffeine for 3 days, but something about this process is making it really hard for me to sleep. And then, again, Michael woke up screaming, and was up on and off all night. I’m really, really tired.
I got on the scale this morning. I lost 3.5 pounds. I call shenanigans on that. I know people who have lost 5-10 pounds doing this. For a measly 3.5 pounds, I could have just run more.
My skin is all kinds of glowy though. And not broken out, at all.