Top Shelf only, baby: juice cleanse, Day 1

Aaaaah, there they are, lined up just so across the top shelf of our fridge: the eighteen bottles of juice that represent the sum-total of my sustenance for the next three days.

To kickstart my renewed dedication to lifetime fitness and health, I'm doing another Urban Remedy 3-day juice cleanse.

Also, I ate a lot of cheese in France. ;>

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Juice Cleanse, Day 2: observations

It's around noon on Day 2 of my three-day Urban Remedy juice cleanse, and I'm just drinking Juice 2 of the daily six, the juice called Boost. Which I really hope it will deliver because I am feeling w-e-i-r-d.

And by weird, I mean fuzzy and unable to do jack-shit.

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making choices because we can

pensive, on a juice cleanseIt's another day in our long, long death-watch.

The news this morning was the same as yesterday, that we're counting in hours now. My baby sister has hours left, at most a day.

But since Carla has defied all of the medical wisdom to date, has stubbornly and repeatedly illuminated at every turn the limits of our understanding of the miracle and mystery of the human body, who knows? We could be at this a long, long time.

But really, I doubt it. 

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system reboot

Man oh man, the last few months have just been such a bitch.  I know I'm not alone in this.  I was just talking to a friend last night, stumbling into tap class on a Thursday night; she was totally psyched to be there, naturally, but had just been trying to read in her car beforehand and repeatedly falling asleep. 

Sure, we're old, but not THAT old.

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