Day Eight

Sitting here sipping some veggie broth, enjoying it's salty-goodness. You can barely taste it, or so says my friend. But, then again, she's not on a juice fast. What little salt I add to it flavors it up just fine for me. And I swear, it's not much. But, I hear this is a good thing since vegetables have a ton of potassium. You need salt to balance that out. So, by having broth once a day from a little cup with a little salt--I'm good.

I'd tell you what I drank today, but it's been fairly well the same thing over and over. I have to say, the way I felt a few days ago versus now is much different. I'm not craving food like I was; it's very, very little. And, like I said before, I'm sure that won't go away because it's a mental thing (AND I love steak).

Gary's still grumpy. Not much to report there. I think he's doing better though. I'm still too afraid to ask; not because I'm afraid of him, but I just really don't wanna upset him or make this harder for him. It's hard enough all by itself without me making it worse by poking my nose around prematurely.

On a side note, using the veg broth in a cup like coffee would be a great substitute for anyone who has a hard time letting go of coffee on this diet. It'd be more of a mental thing, but it might help. Maybe if Jay does this in January I can get him to try it. He's huge on coffee. If he does it I know it'll be hard for him to let go of it for even a day.

That's pretty much all I have to report for right now. My blog posts might get smaller as this fast goes on. I'm not sure how much I'll have to write about from this point on if it this is the way of it. Ah well.

Thanks for reading and please keep rooting for me.