The Cleanse

I want to be healthy. I want to honor my temple and take care of it. I want to be able to run marathons all my life.

But I want to eat what I want to eat!

Unfortunately, what I want to eat doesn’t necessarily coincide with my previously stated desires. I mean, it does on some levels. For example, I love Mexican food. And everyone knows that Mexican food is extremely healthy. I also love pretty much all fruits except bananas and blueberries and papaya. Pretty much. And the list of healthy foods goes on. *Please note the healthy cheese in this picture.

But then I also like other foods like ice cream and pie and pizza and pie and spam musubi and pie and nutella crepes and pie.

So I find myself in a predicament. In my 20 years, I have learned that the aspect of my life of which I have the least self-control is my eating habits. Food– really good food, that is– is on my top 3 list of Greatest Things On This Earth. And if you have a polynesian bishop, who happens to make excellent food for his ward on a regular basis, sometimes you just have to support your bishop and your ward and consume the delectable spread of deliciousness. You know what I’m saying?

What I’m trying to announce is that Madison and I are on a juice fast, and I am dying. That’s all. I’ve grown to love carrot juice. Coconut Water is pretty good, and V8 makes me sick.

Check back with me in a week, and we’ll see if I’m still breathing.