It was just three days of my life. Day two was definitely the most difficult. The fruit cleanse had one day remaining, and I didn’t feel so hot. I had a cup of coffee on day one to stave off a headache, but day two I went without. I was a bit head-achy and lethargic most of the day. I took two naps to deal with both, but by evening I was still head-achy, fatigued, and a bit nauseous. I ate some miso soup for dinner, which was allowed, and poof, I felt better. Must have been the salt…

Day three was fabulous…well, okay, maybe not fabulous, but really good. I did feel lighter and much more energetic, even though she was really working us in our morning yoga sessions! I noticed I needed less sleep at night, too. I was wide awake at 2:00 AM this morning. Although that wasn’t necessarily a good thing, as my mind loves to run amok in the middle of the night! Oh well, I thought of several good blogging topics while racing about my brain.

This morning, upon awakening, I felt so good I didn’t want to eat anything but fruit. Yoga went well. She took us through the whole hour with our eyes closed! Definitely had to be more ‘in’ my body to balance in and transition between poses without opening my eyes. It was very interesting and meditative; well, as meditative as one can be while pouring sweat all over the mat!

I did appreciate the exercise. I found myself getting anxious here and there. Not sure why…I would think I’d have more anxiety with full visual reference. With my eyes closed, I couldn’t see how I looked vs. the person next to me, or across the room from me, or behind me. I only had my muscles and breath upon which to focus. I couldn’t be a perfectionist, or better than, or less than. I could only be me, in my body, on my mat. I hope we do that again.

So, as I sit here with my cup of coffee, on a stomach full of yummy oatmeal, I am grateful for this experience. I am grateful that I could do something so disciplined as eating nothing but fruit for three days. I’m glad I persevered through the discomfort of day two in order to emerge on the other side with comfort and grace.

I’m not sure yet what I’ve learned about myself. We were promised we would gain insight, learn new things about inner most selves, or have “breakthroughs.” Maybe I’ve gained an appreciation for my work ethic and discipline, both of which I never gave myself much credit for possessing. I don’t know. It’s been interesting. It’s been different. It’s been healthy. And I’m grateful I took advantage of this opportunity.

And I’m already sad there are only two weeks left…