The final day.  As much fun as this has been, I'm going to go to sleep at about 7:00pm and waking up at four so I can start cooking breakfast.  Can't wait for some over easy eggs and some toast with lots of butter.  And let's not forget the cherry on top - my old friend coffee.  I miss you coffee.

Now that this torture is about over I can try to appreciate what it was for.  I look at it like giving my liver and kidney a week off.  It does feel good to have, theoretically, cleansed my body of most things.  I suppose after 35 years of hard work it deserves a break.  Maybe I'll do this again in another 35 years.  Maybe.  Maybe not.  I will definitely be more conscious of what I put into my body and I'll make an effort to eat more healthy things.  I will also take this new beginning to try to appreciate what I eat more.  I have had such bland food for the past ten days (lemon juice and pepper have been our condiments) that I can't wait to taste salt and something savory again. 

I think the worst part is the constant weak feeling.  Everything is a struggle.  I am guessing this is what it feels like to be old - my muscles don't really want to work and I feel the need to sit down after doing the dishes.  Speaking of, I think I'm going to take a nap. On;y 11 more hours...