Okay. So, tens of you, my darling readers, have been living in suspense, asking me for days how I broke my green drink fast and if indeed I found some clarity as a result.
The rest of you didn’t care—Good for you!
Well, the answer is—bacon and sort of.
By Wednesday (the fourth day), I had so much energy there wasn’t a speck of dust left on any surface in my house, all the prep and chopping was finished, and I baked several pies in the afternoon. That was after I completed a triathlon and learned Mandarin.
Boundless energy. Apparently that is the side effect of every cell in your body silently screaming for carbs.
My friend Kim came by to witness my bought of plant-based beverage madness. And steal a pie. She can attest to my supernatural buzz and cheerful disposition.
Apparently that was side effect number two—I was delightful. Ask Kim. Ask my husband. Ask the girl at the gym and the guy walking his dog past my car, (who I thought I’d spoken to earlier that morning so I picked up the conversation where we left off only to find out it wasn’t the same guy OR the same dog, but I just smiled and kept on jabbering away like he was my long-lost BFF).
Gaunt and boney, (hardly), even dingier, (hard to imagine, but true), and delightful (oh absolutely).
Because I wasn’t hungry. Not at all.
So here is what you’re waiting for, oh patient reader; you want to know how I broke my fast.
“Go slow”, everybody advised. “Eat deliberately, take your time. Start with something bland and inert, like, like, a lemon. Suck on a lemon. Or better yet, sip hot water with lemon.”
Yeah, That’s so me. I’m someone who’s going to suck on a lemon after four days without solid food.
I could not disappoint. Not myself and certainly not you guys. You don’t come here to read about a spiritual guru who sits in perfection and quiet contemplation—fasting—then sipping warm lemon water while they advise you on all things holy.
Fuck that! You can read Deepak or Marianne Williamson (both whom I adore BTW) if you want to read the obvious. The expected. Perfection personified. THAT is everywhere!
Nope, I broke my four-day fast with bacon—on. the. grill.
Stop gasping, or laughing or applauding, I can’t hear myself think it’s so loud!
Here’s the thing, the kitchen was otherwise occupied Thanksgiving morning. My mad scientist/chef of a husband had the stove and oven firing on all cylinders—but I wanted bacon.
I needed bacon.
So I became inventive, industrious and clever as I utilized all the benefits of a four-day brain cleanse.
I cooked bacon—in a pan—ON THE GRILL! BAM!
Genius! And delicious. And satisfying as hell. It made me so happy I had a stupid grin and bacon grease on my face all day.
See, aren’t you happy it wasn’t freakin’ lemon water? I see you grinning, I can guarantee you—nobody grins all day from lemon water.
Besides, I’m not that girl and this isn’t that kind of blog.
Someone asked me the other night about the blog and I told them this, “I write the blog I always wanted to read: Sassy, messy, with stories of tragedy and triumph, tales of sorrow and success, with a dash of irreverence and a touch of cursing all wrapped in humor…and bacon.”
See that? Clarity.
Carry on,
xox
