tLast night I had some serious stomach growling but I just kept drinking water. It paid off. At the beginning of Day 3 I am down 6.2 pounds and I am thrilled!
I've read in many resources that you can loose as much weight in 10 days on water as you can 30 days on juice. When I did my 30-day juice fast I dropped 32 pounds and I've kept it off for 18 months. At this rate with the water loss - and granted it is only the start of day 3 - it would be possible to loose 30 pounds in 10 days and that would rock!
I love the changes to www.FitDay.com because being able to now see my weight loss in a graph format is visually encouraging. Something about seeing that line heading downwards does wonders whereas just seeing the actual numbers reduce from day to day was just so so.
After my first water fast a few weeks ago, I managed to go 8 days. What was most eye opening to me was how I looked a couple days later as I was back on cooked foods - my complexion looked tired, my eyes were not as "sparkling" as they had been on the fast and my emotions were just blah.
All of this just has me thinking that there must be a lot to the whole raw food / juicing / calorie restriction format that is so much better for the body.
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Saturday, August 16, 2008
Friday, August 01, 2008
Day 8 of Water Fast
Today is the start of Day 8. Unlike many females, I don't like to shop but I'm going to have to break down and buy some digital scales. The ones I have now show my weight all over the place.
So far, Day 2 & 3 were definitely hardest as far as energy levels. Stomach growling and thinking about food, that's actually been the past couple days. I'm committed to seeing this through though. I know I'm not done detoxing because the tongue is still white and breath is less than stellar.
The pilates in the morning seems to help jump start my energy level for the day. Still averaging 4 large tumblers of water (guessing they are 20oz in size). I am more cognizant of resting when my body starts feeling tired.
Unlike a lot where are starting a fast today because it's Aug 1 and/or New Moon, I don't seem to do well to things like that. I just mentally think, "Right, that's it, let's do this," and jump right in - which is how this water fast began. I have no set completion date and the longer I stick to it, the more I want to stay committed to it.
So far, Day 2 & 3 were definitely hardest as far as energy levels. Stomach growling and thinking about food, that's actually been the past couple days. I'm committed to seeing this through though. I know I'm not done detoxing because the tongue is still white and breath is less than stellar.
The pilates in the morning seems to help jump start my energy level for the day. Still averaging 4 large tumblers of water (guessing they are 20oz in size). I am more cognizant of resting when my body starts feeling tired.
Unlike a lot where are starting a fast today because it's Aug 1 and/or New Moon, I don't seem to do well to things like that. I just mentally think, "Right, that's it, let's do this," and jump right in - which is how this water fast began. I have no set completion date and the longer I stick to it, the more I want to stay committed to it.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Day 5 of Water Fast
Today is Day 5 of my water fast.
Sleep was good last night but I think I was clenching my teeth because my gums felt odd this morning.
Breath isn't as rank as it was 2 days ago. Powerful thirst when I awoke.
I'm down 11 pounds.
Sleep was good last night but I think I was clenching my teeth because my gums felt odd this morning.
Breath isn't as rank as it was 2 days ago. Powerful thirst when I awoke.
I'm down 11 pounds.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
In The Begining....
I'm a Texas girl born and raised. I can appreciate a good steak, love Bar-B-Q, seafood, decadent deserts, big fluffy rolls and side dishes that always seemed to have a recipe that began with those infamous words, "...Now first you take a dollop of bacon grease...."
This lifestyle must make some Atkins fans salivate. Truth be told, I thought it was normal. The true catalyst that set me off on my quest for my personal way to better living had nothing to do with greasy foods but with a car wreck.
When I was 19, I was the passenger in a car driven by, a now former friend, who was trying to show off for an ex-boyfriend. There used to be a restaurant called Cactus Jacks at the NW corner of Northwest Highway and Hillcrest. After going through the drive thru, she pulled up into a parking space and turned off the car. I undid my seatbelt and the next thing I know she's started the car and slammed it into reverse. The drinks flew to the floorboard so I leaned down to get them and when I sat back up I was frozen.
She wasn't flying down Northwest Highway -- she was flying through the parking lot of a Tom Thumb grocery store on a Saturday afternoon that had mothers and kids doing the shopping. I knew something was about to go terribly wrong and I remember thinking to myself, "Put on the seatbelt!" And that's when I saw an elderly lady in a white car pull up to Northwest Highway from the side street. I at least had enough presence of mind to turn away from the windshield and slump down into the seat. The last thing I heard were the brakes squealing.
The next memory I have is of someone shaking me and asking if I was ok. When I opened my eyes everything seemed unnaturally calm. I looked at the windshield and saw the damage and the dashboard cracked in half in front of me. My first thought was, "Oh my God, what do I look like?!" A human body can't do that much damage to a car without extensive damage.
I was helped from the car and over to the curb to sit down. I kept looking about me for blood, teeth, anything - but nothing was there. I don't recall feeling any pain, just being very calm.
At some point two paramedics came up to me and started looking me over. I recall the one of them on my right side who kept rummaging through my hair looking for an abrasion - anything. He kept looking at the windshield and looking at me. He just couldn't grasp that I had done that much damage to the car and I didn't even need so much as one stitch.
Well it turns out I was damaged -- from the windshield my jaw had been knocked out of place slightly but not enough to warrant breaking and resetting it. From the dashboard my right hip joint is now 1.5" inches lower than my left and my spine is slightly twisted to compensate. I began having excruciating headaches about twice a week. At that point, I began my 3 year battle with the American health care system and their mad insanity to medicate me.
At my height, I was on 6 prescription Tylenol, 4 Darvocets and 2 Midrin. It didn't alleviate the pain, but I was so doped up I couldn't walk let alone complain to anyone around me that I hurt. But I didn't want the prescription cocktail -- I wanted to be healed. Some orthopedic surgeon at UT Southwestern gave me the ultimate wonder drug -- Halcion (pre the damning 20/20 expose on this drug). So instead of 12 pills twice a week, I only took one daily -- but I lost my short term memory, had a full blown phantom appendicitis attack, etc. etc.
My boyfriend at the time, who had been with me pre-wreck and post-wreck, didn't realize there was a serious problem until he received a phone call to let him know that I hadn't RSVP'ed for his grandmother's dinner that night. I know that seems trivial to most of us, but if you are familiar with Charlotte's first husband from Sex and the City (wealthy, Scottish, prim & proper), you would understand why this was such a big deal. At that point he began supporting me with my doctor visits.
I finally found my way to Dr. Kenneth McBride at Medical City Dallas and an $800 plastic oral appliance (glorified retainer) that I was to wear nightly alleviated the problems. No drugs required.
I was mad. I felt like I had lost almost 3 years of my life in a medically induced stupor because it was easier for the menagerie of doctors to "tsk tsk" my concerns and just dope me up.
One of the first things I did, was swear I would never take a prescription medication ever again. I read everything from Jethro Kloss "Back to Eden" to Harvey & Marilyn Diamond's "Fit for Life". I felt in my heart that diet was the key to so much.
To be quite honest, I have kind of half-assed what I know I've needed to do for several years. I do admit to shooting for a 75% raw diet, I enjoy juicing, I abstain from white flour, white sugar and soft drinks. But in spite of all of this, and I attribute it to a sedentary lifestyle due to being at a computer so much and emotional issues, I have ballooned in weight.
So here is what I've decided to do about it:
A 30-day Juice Fast.
This blog will chronicle my adventures -- wish me luck!
.
This lifestyle must make some Atkins fans salivate. Truth be told, I thought it was normal. The true catalyst that set me off on my quest for my personal way to better living had nothing to do with greasy foods but with a car wreck.
When I was 19, I was the passenger in a car driven by, a now former friend, who was trying to show off for an ex-boyfriend. There used to be a restaurant called Cactus Jacks at the NW corner of Northwest Highway and Hillcrest. After going through the drive thru, she pulled up into a parking space and turned off the car. I undid my seatbelt and the next thing I know she's started the car and slammed it into reverse. The drinks flew to the floorboard so I leaned down to get them and when I sat back up I was frozen.
She wasn't flying down Northwest Highway -- she was flying through the parking lot of a Tom Thumb grocery store on a Saturday afternoon that had mothers and kids doing the shopping. I knew something was about to go terribly wrong and I remember thinking to myself, "Put on the seatbelt!" And that's when I saw an elderly lady in a white car pull up to Northwest Highway from the side street. I at least had enough presence of mind to turn away from the windshield and slump down into the seat. The last thing I heard were the brakes squealing.
The next memory I have is of someone shaking me and asking if I was ok. When I opened my eyes everything seemed unnaturally calm. I looked at the windshield and saw the damage and the dashboard cracked in half in front of me. My first thought was, "Oh my God, what do I look like?!" A human body can't do that much damage to a car without extensive damage.
I was helped from the car and over to the curb to sit down. I kept looking about me for blood, teeth, anything - but nothing was there. I don't recall feeling any pain, just being very calm.
At some point two paramedics came up to me and started looking me over. I recall the one of them on my right side who kept rummaging through my hair looking for an abrasion - anything. He kept looking at the windshield and looking at me. He just couldn't grasp that I had done that much damage to the car and I didn't even need so much as one stitch.
Well it turns out I was damaged -- from the windshield my jaw had been knocked out of place slightly but not enough to warrant breaking and resetting it. From the dashboard my right hip joint is now 1.5" inches lower than my left and my spine is slightly twisted to compensate. I began having excruciating headaches about twice a week. At that point, I began my 3 year battle with the American health care system and their mad insanity to medicate me.
At my height, I was on 6 prescription Tylenol, 4 Darvocets and 2 Midrin. It didn't alleviate the pain, but I was so doped up I couldn't walk let alone complain to anyone around me that I hurt. But I didn't want the prescription cocktail -- I wanted to be healed. Some orthopedic surgeon at UT Southwestern gave me the ultimate wonder drug -- Halcion (pre the damning 20/20 expose on this drug). So instead of 12 pills twice a week, I only took one daily -- but I lost my short term memory, had a full blown phantom appendicitis attack, etc. etc.
My boyfriend at the time, who had been with me pre-wreck and post-wreck, didn't realize there was a serious problem until he received a phone call to let him know that I hadn't RSVP'ed for his grandmother's dinner that night. I know that seems trivial to most of us, but if you are familiar with Charlotte's first husband from Sex and the City (wealthy, Scottish, prim & proper), you would understand why this was such a big deal. At that point he began supporting me with my doctor visits.
I finally found my way to Dr. Kenneth McBride at Medical City Dallas and an $800 plastic oral appliance (glorified retainer) that I was to wear nightly alleviated the problems. No drugs required.
I was mad. I felt like I had lost almost 3 years of my life in a medically induced stupor because it was easier for the menagerie of doctors to "tsk tsk" my concerns and just dope me up.
One of the first things I did, was swear I would never take a prescription medication ever again. I read everything from Jethro Kloss "Back to Eden" to Harvey & Marilyn Diamond's "Fit for Life". I felt in my heart that diet was the key to so much.
To be quite honest, I have kind of half-assed what I know I've needed to do for several years. I do admit to shooting for a 75% raw diet, I enjoy juicing, I abstain from white flour, white sugar and soft drinks. But in spite of all of this, and I attribute it to a sedentary lifestyle due to being at a computer so much and emotional issues, I have ballooned in weight.
So here is what I've decided to do about it:
A 30-day Juice Fast.
This blog will chronicle my adventures -- wish me luck!
.
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