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CHALLENGE: KIKI WENT ON A DETOX FOR 3 DAYS
I still can't quite believe it myself. But I survived three days on juice. I just wanted to try it, a detox cure. Everyone around me has done it at least once, and if there's one thing I can't stand, it's that. A case of Fomo or something. So off I went.
I first shouted that I could easily last five days on such a cure, but that was not advised for a juice virgin. So I started with three days of slurping green, yellow, and brown sludge from TrueStory Juicery. EIGHTEEN bottles were delivered by bike to Pilotenstraat 23. Holy guacamole, that's a lot of juice, I can tell you. Six times half a liter a day.
“So I started with three days of slurping green sludge from TrueStory Juicery”
Why the detox? Because I want to have tried everything in the realm of health shizzle at least once, and there are quite a few benefits to a juice diet. Aside from the fact that you can lose a few kilos (always good), it's a good cleanse for your intestines. You get more energy, a nicer skin, a stronger immune system, even something about nicer hair; you name it. Sounds pretty good, right? Have you never done a detox either and want to know what it's like? I kept a mini diary for you over the past three days.
Day 1:
I naturally start the day late with my breakfast, causing me to fall behind on juices all day. Story of my life. I actually handle the morning surprisingly well, but in the afternoon I do notice that my stomach starts making some strange noises and I get a bit fuzzy. I immediately ruin it by grabbing a rice cake. IDIOT. Okay, this is going to be tough. When I get home in the evening, my housemate is brewing up all kinds of deliciousness in the kitchen, and then I genuinely hate my life a little out of grumpiness. But, I regroup, blast Netflix, and finish that last juice. Hmm, that last juice of the day is actually quite nice.
Day 2:
When I wake up, I feel as light as a feather. My stomach isn't grumbling anymore, but the psychological hunger feeling remains. After 48 hours of drinking juices I'm already quite over it: detoxing is intense because I love chewing way too much. I've smuggled in some vegetables because I couldn't concentrate on work at all. But whoever says A must also say B, so we're going for it. I struggle to ignore the delicious salads I see lying in the kitchen at Amayzine. I sniff some truffle salami and some cumin cheese. Oh my god, just the smell. I grab some more juice. Sob. I must say: my stomach is freaking flat. And, eh, that detox definitely does something to your bowel movements, let's leave it at that.
Day 3:
So in the morning, you lift your shirt in front of the mirror, and your stomach is so flat that you realize it's a grand idea to do a detox right before going on vacation. On the third day, the juices are going fine, I'm not really hungry anymore, but the thought that I can chew again tomorrow: oh, heavenly. The conclusion? Well, I thought: I can do this easily. But I found it a bit tougher than expected, purely because my jaws intensely missed moving up and down. Plus point: I slept like a rose every day of the detox, unreal. I saved a freaking lot of time because the food for three days was already prepared and, maybe the best part: -2 kilos HELLO! And, eh, now to keep it off. That will be the next challenge.
