This has not been a good week (or month, for that matter). The only redeeming factor is now gone - my happy, cheery, supportive husband, has turned into a grumpy, mopy, irritable impostor. It all started with an innocent and HEALTHY notion of a juice detox that he read about somewhere and started to talk about over the past few weeks. I was ALL for it, always nagging him to eat healthier (and lesser?), even picked out the exact dates for him to try. TODAY and tomorrow!
There may have been a selfish ulterior motive as well. I envisioned less time worrying about what to cook and eating whatever I want (not exemplary myself in either food selection or portion control) for 48 hours. In short, a mini-holiday from cooking and feeling guilty about not cooking.
Oh how it backfired on me from hour 0, when S realized that detox means no coffee. I knew he was in trouble when I took a sip of his diluted, sour, water+lemon juice that made my nose wrinkle. Really, I expected more from Whole Foods.
We are in too deep now, but I want my husband back. In conclusion - detox should be done on your own time when it won't have to be witnessed by loved ones. Because really, hunger is hard to watch.
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