Ask and you'll receive.

No, I didn't get hives. But, I am officially so sick of sugar that I woke up this morning and realized I *want* a cleanse. Not I "need" a cleanse, or I "should" do a cleanse... Nope -- I WANT a cleanse. My boy Gandhi wrote a lot about fasting and dietary stuff. Joy and gratitude must be the impetus of any fast, he said. He went on to say that a fast in which the faster is dreaming of what she can have when it's over is pointless. When I first read that I was bugged -- okay so it's not enough that I've just starved myself for a week and now you're telling me I'm supposed to like it?! Whatev. But now, here I am totally excited about subsisting on fruits, veggies, and nuts for the next three weeks, and I see the wisdom in his advice. Out with the caffeine, alcohol, SUGAR, grains, dairy.
Logistically, fasts can get a bit tricky around certain events so I've created a mitigation plan like the good little business analyst I am.

• Risk: Consultant Trainings. We get catered food and we're there for three hours so I have to eat. But I've signed up to order the food. I'll order a bunch of chicken chock full of onions since I care for neither. Meanwhile, I'll be brown baggin' it.
  
• Risk: Roommate. I don't think I have to explain this one. I have convinced her to fast with me by telling her she looks fat. KIDDING. I didn't say that nor did I think it. But I did tell her I was doing one and I know how competitive she is, and just as I suspected, she hopped on board. She couldn't give up the grains thing which doesn't deter me in the least.
  
• Risk: Social outings. This hereby serves as notice to the two friends I have in LA that I will not be seeing you, unless you want to meet me at the Whole, until February 14th.