Temptation

LAUREN
My favorite food on the planet is breakfast food.  Nothing better than french toast, bacon, hash browns, and fried eggs over-easy.  That was my ultimate meal before. Before the changes and the progress and the healthy.  That was my Viva La French Toast combo at IHOP. And it was glorious.  I also really really enjoyed SONIC bacon breakfast burritos.  So you can understand my pain today when I walk into work and a fog of bacon aroma smacks me in the nose face.  Apparently, upper management decided they've been pushing us way too hard and therefore we deserve a giant buffet of free breakfast food. Everyone kept asking me when I was going to take my turn to go load up a plate, and I had to tell every one of them about my juice diet.  This leads to many people shaking their heads and telling me I'm not getting enough protein or good carbohydrates.  Some are even over-the-top aggressive about it.  The constant challenge of defending this juice fast is tiring.  I want to make them watch the documentaries that have changed my world view (Food Matters, Forks over Knives, Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead), but of course they won't. So I have to be a surrogate.  I tell them that I'm getting way more nutrients, vitamin, protein, etc. than I ever got in a normal day.  I'm literally drinking pounds of veggies in my one glass of juice.  But they've been told their whole lives that you need protein from meat/poultry/fish, and you need carbs not from fruit, but complex breads.  One even told me "I took nutrition, trust me!"  But conventional wisdom doesn't work here.  If  meat and dairy were the best staples to a good diet, America would be the healthiest, cancer-freeiest nation on earth. We're not.  So stop giving me shit and let me do this.  It's hard and my days feel 5 times longer than they ever used to, but I feel good. I feel progress.  I feel my body changing and morphing in tiny leaps and bounds.  I'm down 16 lbs. as of this morning.  The weight loss has slowed down a bit the past couple of days, so now that my energy is back up, I'm going to start walking our dog, Charlie, at night. I'm sure Ginger will want to come as well. 

So this is day 9.  I have faced my biggest big-bad: eggs, bacon, and french toast.  I have conquered this beast and will move on to the next challenge.  And my juice tastes even better today, knowing I'm winning this fight.