The aftermath of my 3 days apples (detox) diet
Well, I succeed at this diet. *pats on my back* The first 2 days was easy, but then into the last day, I started dreaming of pizzas. I've decided that this Saturday, I would reward myself and treat my mom as well, by ordering in a pizza from Papa John's. They have this brand new pizza: alfredo sauce with spinach on it (remove the chickens, of course). It looks so good on their commerical every time I see it, I drooled over it and whimper for it all the times. Today is the day after my successful 3 days diet and yet I still reached for an apple for my breakfast this morning. I was actually content with it. After that apple, I also had a banana. But in about 20 minutes, I quickly had to escort my number 2 out into the porcelain bowl. Right now, I am not really hungry because my stomach had already shrank since I started eating just apples. So, I'm just taking it easy with the amount of food for now.
Oh yeah, and another thing, my mom tried to make me drink 1/4 cup of olive oil as the last step of the detox diet. (She did this diet twice before. Normally, it's supposed to be a whole cup of olive oil, so she says. I pleaded for just 1/4 cup.) She explained that it's supposed to push out the whole system (or something) and that it will make my skin glow afterwards. I was really dreading it, but I went ahead and took the first gulp. Before my lips touched that glass, my (usual-90%-right) intution siren switch was on and it blasted and blared by telling me not to drink it because something bad will happen due to past experiences. The first gulp went in as a test anyway and I waited for it to hit my stomach. My face struched so much. I refused to drink anymore of that measley 1/4 cup of olive oil. My mom tried to encourage me to go on. I reminded her of what happened when I took the Petpo-Bimsol (the disgusting pink stuff) for the first time which was the last time for me at the age of (probably) 6 or 7. She has learned to listen to me from there the hard way and so, she took my glass away from me right away. My another glass that was already sitting on the end table next to me was quickly rushed to my mouth to wash it down with pure water. Then, again with tea thereafter. Whew. I was saved. I knew that if I finished that 1/4 I would have vomited all over Mom. It's funny thou, as in weird. I love olive oil on my pasta, on my salad, on etc. and I cannot bear drink it up by itself. Is there a morale here, I wonder? Is it just simply that we never stop learning everyday or that we need to test ourselves from time to time or that it's weird to drink a whole cup of olive oil? ah well.
Until next time.
PS. I got a few pictures of Blackpool, England. I will need time to figure out how to post those pictures on my blog. I haven't forgotten about posting my Blackpool story, mind ya! smile.
Oh yeah, and another thing, my mom tried to make me drink 1/4 cup of olive oil as the last step of the detox diet. (She did this diet twice before. Normally, it's supposed to be a whole cup of olive oil, so she says. I pleaded for just 1/4 cup.) She explained that it's supposed to push out the whole system (or something) and that it will make my skin glow afterwards. I was really dreading it, but I went ahead and took the first gulp. Before my lips touched that glass, my (usual-90%-right) intution siren switch was on and it blasted and blared by telling me not to drink it because something bad will happen due to past experiences. The first gulp went in as a test anyway and I waited for it to hit my stomach. My face struched so much. I refused to drink anymore of that measley 1/4 cup of olive oil. My mom tried to encourage me to go on. I reminded her of what happened when I took the Petpo-Bimsol (the disgusting pink stuff) for the first time which was the last time for me at the age of (probably) 6 or 7. She has learned to listen to me from there the hard way and so, she took my glass away from me right away. My another glass that was already sitting on the end table next to me was quickly rushed to my mouth to wash it down with pure water. Then, again with tea thereafter. Whew. I was saved. I knew that if I finished that 1/4 I would have vomited all over Mom. It's funny thou, as in weird. I love olive oil on my pasta, on my salad, on etc. and I cannot bear drink it up by itself. Is there a morale here, I wonder? Is it just simply that we never stop learning everyday or that we need to test ourselves from time to time or that it's weird to drink a whole cup of olive oil? ah well.
Until next time.
PS. I got a few pictures of Blackpool, England. I will need time to figure out how to post those pictures on my blog. I haven't forgotten about posting my Blackpool story, mind ya! smile.
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