Fruit: Day 2 & Such

Yesterday I had the worst craving for something salty. As I sat in a parking lot, waiting to meet my BIL, I stared at the McDonald's sign. I'm not big on The Gold Arches, but what I am big on is FRIES!!! I love them!!! In all honesty, I will probably NEVER give up fries. So as I sat there trying to act as if it were normal for me to stare longingly at Micky D's, they little ones started saying, "Aunt Kesha, I smell sumpin'. Smell like fwench fwies." Thank kids. You such good helpers. I didn't get any fries. I didn't get them, because I realize that this is just part of the journey for me right now. I was fine all day until the evening. Perhaps I should consider making myself a salad in the evening with a homemade dressing. I would love to make a raw ranch.

Anyhoo. So I got up yesterday and today at 5am. Both days we also cut everything off early. Night before last at 8pm, because my husband pleaded his case so convincingly, and last night at 7pm. My husband was on youtube after 7pm claiming that he had to look up some exercises that he was supposed to do at the gym. Right. I have yoga in a lil bit with my yoga buddy Zee, but I'm kinda sore from yesterday so I'm sure I'll look a mess. By the time you hold downward dog for the 100th time you look like a dying bug and feel like one too.

Yesterday I ate oranges, pears, dragonfruit, cherimoya, tuna (the fruit of a cactus), and water. I ate as much as I wanted throughout the day. So far this morning I've started my water and have eaten 2 pears. I am curious, however, as to why I have indigestion so bad. It's like my chest is full of gas. Speaking of gas...

Warning: This is so immature. 

Yesterday, while I was in yoga class, somebody farted. It was hilarious. I couldn't believe it. They just kept going like nothing happened. No excuse me. No nothing.