Master Cleanse.

Let me first preface: No gross details will be given. This will be an observation of the emotional effect, not physical. I am a lady, damnit. We don't discuss those kind of things...

Day 5 of this Master Cleanse. Yes, that lemon/syrup/cayanne pepper drink that Beyonce did to lose all that weight for Dreamgirls. I am ready to be done and to say to hell with all this lemonade drinking! But, I am doing the cleanse with my friend Holly, and she is motivating me to keep going. Admittedly, I have very little willpower. I can talk myself into or out of almost anything and interestingly, its not the physical aspect of the cleanse that is hard. I have not been hungry, dizzy, weak or (terribly) irritable.
I have however, become acutely aware of how social the act of drinking and eating are in my life. I miss the ritual of making dinner. Cutting vegetables, sauteing onions, slicing french bread, adding tabasco to everything...not to mention having a lovely cocktail or....three. There is something very social and communal about having meals together. I can make it all day with not a thought of food until around 5 or 6pm. Then its the dreaded "dinner hour" and its almost like muscle memory at that point. Cooking or ordering food or making plans to go out or have friends over. Its like the adult social hour and I am feeling very left out! I have never been jealous of Ella's pasta with peas or her veggie chips before, and now its like they are gourmet fare. Luckily, the pressure to quit this silly cleanse subsides around 9pm or so, just in time for my Smooth Move tea.
I miss meeting with friends and sharing an evening around a table with some yummy tacos and margaritas. Yes, I realize its only been 5 days, but it feels like FOREVER! I suppose that I just needed a bit or moral support...and a whiskey and diet coke. Five days down, five to go!