From 21 Day Juicing to 90 Days Raw

I don't think I just woke up and thought I'm going to stop eating, chewing, munching, masticating, chopping, n'yaming (a Jamaican slang for eating)  and all the other ways one goes about swollowing their three square meals. I actually like food, I enjoy buying it, preparing it, cooking and lately blending, juicing and dehydrating it but more importantly, I love eating it.
 It gives me great pleasure to see family and friends making those funny noises that can be mistaken for the sounds you usually hear coming from the bedroom next door. "Umm, this is so nice" "that was amazing" "really? O, thank you" is my usual response.
 In the meantime, my soul just opened up, (great title by the way, for a book)  I decided that enough is enough I wanted my life back, that life I had where I wasn't invisible and even Primark clothes looked good on me (the advantages of a toned body) I needed to take control and have authority over ever aspect of my life. It had been sometime since I had been fired up with excitement and zeal.
 And so the 21 Day Juice fast began, little did we know at the time where it would take us. I say us, because my journey became our journey and so here we are some of us here and some of us there, 21 Days Juice or 90 days Raw....it's time to take control, grab those reins and lets charge or better still lets get juicing, blending, soaking, sprouting, walking, running, cycling, rebounding, dancing, yoga. Time to fall in love, be in love..with that body, after all if you don't look after it where you gonna live? As for me I refuse to allow an old, sick woman, to move into my body. 00.45 1st July 2012.
 The Journey begins....