That’s right, folks….I’m the 101st person you know to do this crazy exercise in self-deprivation. Don’t know WTF I’m talking about? Read this and come back.

I decided to purge the impurities, detox, whatever you want to call it, for a few reasons:

WHOA!

I know.

So far, the biggest hurdle hasn’t been sucking down the gobs of spicy lemonade, all 8 to 10 quarts of it a day. It hasn’t been that I miss masticating, or the glistening ducks in the Chinatown windows, or lapping at chocolate ice cream embedded with masses of cookie dough, pan-seared scallops, or dripping hamburgers with razor thin slices of red onion and french fries kissed with mayo. NO, it’s not any of those things. Mostly.

The hardest part is avoiding temptation: hoping my friends understand that I don’t want to go out. I can’t have dinner. I can’t have drinks. I think the best part of the Master Cleanse is the self-imposed excuse to stay in and catch up on the mountain of periodicals looming in the far corner of the bedroom…right next to the laundry that could get done.

This LA-area woman’s video-cast is pretty inspiring, and I’m looking forward to all the healthful feelings and positive energy I hope to experience by day ten.