Day 9

Well.

The morning started out great -- I was full of energy and ready to tackle the day.  I had plans to hike at 10:30, so I had a nice glass of cucumber juice early.  I was debating whether I wanted to make my green lemonade when I spotted the wheatgrass in the fridge.

Okay, let's do that.  I figured it would be good for a long hike.

I downed a glass, probably a little more than 4 ounces, then cleaned the juicer.  I wasn't even done with that when I started to feel queasy.  Not good.

The nausha (I can never spell it correctly, so this is my new way) kept getting worse, so I sat down at my desk and tried to ignore it.  Didn't work.

Then I thought, well maybe it was too much for an empty stomach.  So I ate a banana.

That didn't work either.

I ran to the bathroom and it wasn't pretty.   It was actually very violent and it didn't stop until the contents of my stomach were outta there.

I felt much better and made myself some mock tuna for lunch during my hike, and then just before I left for the hike I made a smoothie.

The hike was great -- it was a beautiful day -- but probably a little longer than a person who had tossed her cookies should have embarked on.  It was three hours and I felt light-headed at the beginning a few times.  After we sat down and ate, I felt much better, but boy, when I got home the hunger hit me like a ton of bricks.

I ate some more mock tuna with some dehydrated bread.

I had some chili pistachios.

I had some chocolate pudding.

But the bottom line is, it wasn't my best day.  I am feeling like you do when you don't feel great, and I'm not liking it.  The contrast between feeling like a million bucks and feeling like ten bucks is so incredible.  

I had some more smoothie and I guess I should just curl up with a book and chill out.

Tomorrow is another day.

And wheatgrass is NOT INVITED!