Juice Cleanse Day 2

Today I'm craving fried chicken. Which is strange because it's not something I normally eat anymore.

No chicken for me, though, just juice. Juice juice and more juice. Luckily The Real Juice juices are super tasty, even the one full of kale. Each day of the cleanse includes the same juices in the same order.

My allergies are acting up like crazy, so I took half of a Claritin. I would not recommend doing this if you can avoid it. Not having food in my system for more than 24 hours and then throwing in a pill made me super woozy.

On the flip side, each Wednesday at work a group of us take a walk around the neighborhood near our office. I was able to make it through the walk just fine, which made me happy because I haven't been working out during the cleanse (as directed). The fresh air was great and I felt light and full of energy after drink number two.

One big tip: make sure to drink a ton of water. I try to conquer a full bottle (about two cups) between each juice. This really helps the process and keeps you from dehydrating. It also helps with the tongue discoloration you get from suckin' down all those greens.

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