I would have posted more stuff about my various and assorted gastronomic adventures this weekend, but it was really more of the same and I was bored with that. I did, in fact, manage to make it all the way up until this morning when I broke my fast with a glass of diluted orange juice. I get to drink several glasses of OJ today... and no solid food until late in the day tomorrow. So far, I've had no issues with the orange juice but I'm nervous about having my stomach reject stuff tomorrow. I've got a bottle of pro-biotics at home, and one of the websites recommends that I take some of those to restore the good bacteria to my belly. Usually, pro-biotics (the opposite of antibiotics) do wonders for my general feeling of well-being. If I liked yogurt or Kombucha (fermented green tea-- some whacked-out-tasting stuff!) more, I'd probably stick to those, seeing as they contain similar live active cultures, but I'll admit to breaking my no-pill rule for this particular dietary supplement.
So, anyway, my skin is clearer than it has been since before I hit puberty and I can once again fit into the jeans I bought when I was going through my break-up with my ex-girlfriend, Michelle, three years ago. And the best news of all? I don't itch anymore! So, all in all, I deem this project a success.
However, I'm itching (in a psychic sort of way) to get back to my usual movie rants. I still haven't finished talking about the NaFF and, over the past few weeks, I've been staging an Almodovar retrospective in my living room in celebration of the DVD release of Volver.
And so, let this post mark the official end of my discussion of my fast. There've been laughs. There've been tears. There's been controversy. There's been food-porn. But now it's over.
And to that, I toast with a glass of diluted orange juice.
4 comments:
Marjorie,
Sounds like you're feeling better! Now that you're back on solid foods, how about a beer? It is gorgeous outside and I would like to go get a drink by the water. Besides, Jerry Falwell just died. Seems like a good reason to go have a drink across the street.
Ginger
Well, actually, tonite was my first night of vegan food (forthcoming recipe post). It may be a week or so before my system is ready for me to garbage it up with alchohol and other bad things again. But! How about we raincheck for next week sometime? You game?
And I agree. Toasting the death of Jerry Falwell could only be topped by toasting the death of Pat Robertson.
Great, next week it is.
I'll try that recipe sometime--looks good. But I'm a loose canon in the kitchen (i.e., I almost burned down the apartment trying to deep fry "ravioli cookies"), so we'll see what happens.
Actually, aside from all the chopping, it's a pretty low-maintenance soup. You throw stuff in a pot and magic happens. No convoluted deep-frying of anything.
But yay! I'll look forward to incorporating fermented things back into my diet next week!
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