I'm Crazy Too

Something profound came over me last week: I decided to go on a three-day juice diet. Because...

1. I've been eating too much burgers, fries, and milk shakes. Aaah, strawberry is the best!
2. I can do it! 
3. I'd like to be able to wear a bathing suit in a little less than three months without adjusting and readjusting the hems of my suit to hide reason number 1.

I've been psyching myself to do this over the weekend, by...

1. Eating all the foods I think I'll be "homesick" for for the duration of the diet.
2. Practicing the liquid part by drinking six sixteen-ounce bottles of water with lemon juice.
3. Carbo loading for the big event, because  number 2 psyche didn't go so well.

Today I bought the ingredients. I practically bought out the entire produce section of the super market!

[I can do this!]

My fridge has never been so full of colorful, healthy, raw food.

[Um, I think I can do this...]

What do I expect to gain from this, in thuh-ree days time?

[Man, I really hope I can do this...]

Healthy glowing skin...

[Can I last a day???]

The energy of a twenty-eight month old mighty Quinn...

[Are two days a stretch of the imagination???]

Washboard abs, like my niece Mayet's...

[Oh boy... What am I getting myself into?...]

Help me???