I'm on Day 2 of the real cleanse, and continue to feel great and not hungry at all. Which makes me wonder why the heck I was eating so much to begin with. And I DID feel hungry before. I guess just the wrong things? Although last night I made one of the 'soups' (if your definition of soup is raw vegetables spun up in the blender, so it's somewhat crunchy and DISGUSTING) and I couldn't eat/drink it. It made me gag it was so nasty. And my buddy made a different recipe to similar results. Nasty nasty nasty. So, I may have 21 days of smoothies. But whatever - I feel good and have lost 4 pounds already.
And I was SO afraid to get on that scale. I don't know why. Weighing yourself should just be information, not a judgement. But it always is for me. The good news is that when I weighed myself that first time, I wasn't as heavy as I thought I'd be. I guess fat does weigh less than muscle.
Saturday, I did a little girls night with a couple of my friends. The night started off with a cheap massage at the mall - who knew? It was a little strange, because you could hear all the mall noise and everything, but it felt SO wonderful! And then some appetizers for dinner - and rounded out with seeing the King's Speech. I haven't gone out like that in ages, and I realized that I still feel a little guilty for leaving Aaron with the kids for that whole week while I went to my dad's funeral. Which is silly. I needed a little downtime, and it was perfect.