One down, twenty to go.

Day two. I survived the night and maintained a surprising amount of energy this morning. I learned, the hard way, that the amoxicillin I'm taking can cause insomnia. How awesome is that? I am a total diva about my sleep, but when 5am struck I was one perky ponytail pounding away on the treadmill. I always open my workout with a 2.5 mile run; I like to sweat. If I'm not sweaty, I feel like I'm not making any changes. Post run, I was high on endorphins and pumped to tackle my least favorite day of the week: arm day. I understand why men like to pump up those SWOL biceps - they see instant results! I do not see instant results. I have weak little woman arms and no matter how many tricep curls or military pushups I do - I still look like Patty Mayonaise. It is maddening. But yet, I push on.

I need to stop right here and make a confession: I made a slight modification to my juicing regime. After several conversations with the only doctor friend I have, and a few recommendations from friends, I was finally convinced that juicing while on heavy antibiotics is not the best idea. HOWEVER, I found the happy medium. I will continue to drink my veggies for breakfast, lunch, and snacks - but for dinner I will rotate in various vegetable based soups and smoothies. Last night I went fat girl on a bowl of five-onion soup from Central Market. If you know me, then you know how much I love onions. All onions. Slice them up with salt and pepper, and I will crunch on that tangy snack all day long. YUM. Today I am rotating carrot juice (which I learned, I do not hate!), black bean puree, and that dreaded "veggie juice" I mentioned yesterday. I think I'm going to heat it up and drink it as a soup. Stephen doesn't think I can muscle through it, so clearly I must prove him wrong.

Here I go, trotting along the trail to physical enlightenment. Or am I just stumbling into Crazy Town? I think it is too early to tell. No wine. No booze. No coffee. No chocolate. And NO hot dogs. NO FUN AT ALL!! I haven't attempted any acts of homicide, yet. I had a nasty craving for tater tots last night, but then I reminded myself that nobody wants to see a tater tot in a bikini. One day at a time, people, one day at a time.

To be continued.