Day 2-3 report.
Hungry but happy.
Date: 4/27/2006 12:19:10 AM ( 16 y ) ... viewed 3447 times
There are 10,000 restaurants in NYC. From the minute I leave my apartment, every step I take is a reminder of food. Steak here, sushi there, burger there, delicious just like home fried chicken there—my steps are filled with chewing memories. Even the street corners offer no relief—the shwarma guy, hot dog guy, and pretzel and nut guy are all there to tempt my hunger for solid food. I’m pretty bad right now. I look like a junky staggering down the street-- random body scratches, a mouth full of drool. I can’t help myself. My senses seemed magnified. I now know how a dog feels navigating the smelly white noise of the city. After 2 days of torturous temptation I’m happy to say I’m still in the game.
Reinforcements came on Tuesday in the form of a Breville 800 juicer, Breville citrus juicer and several boxes of fruits and vegetables from Fresh Direct. I’ve been a juice making machine after only one failed juicing attempt-- where I added the juice of 2 cloves of garlic to my spinach/orange/apple/carrot/cucumber drink (!!!), then chugged the putrid concoction down— I spent the next 20 minutes by the toilet moaning and drooling, trying to throw up. Since then, my stomach’s thanked me for adopting a more conservative palate: orange/carrot, spinach/cucumber, apple/kiwi, and a shot of wheatgrass from the corner health food store.
I have a ton of energy and it’s been difficult to sleep the 8 hours I’m use to. My skin is still bad, but noticeable patches of eczema are starting to clear up. My face is getting better. Today I walked to union square and bought some apples from the farmers market. It was the first time in a couple weeks I didn’t have my incognito hat, sunglasses, hoody travel combo on. My skin seemed thirsty for whatever sunshine the city’s buildings would filter through, and I happily let it drink as much as it could.
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