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End of day 3.

Three days.

Three whole days of eating nothing but fucking fruit and chain smoking ciggies. And some dude at work brings a BBQed chicken in for lunch!

Fuck this shit. Going for a burger.

Peace out.

Hmm. This could be harder than I thought.

HEAPS hungry – who knew I ate so much during a day? At least I have coffee.

Hmmm, maybe a coffee blog post would distract me. Stay tuned.

So. One whole day of detox. I feel kinda lighter, more refreshed. A bit hungry, but not unbearable. Not going to the gym, mainly because I have started smoking like a chimney for some reason.

Oh well, I’ll try to lay off them tomorrow.

So yeah, I’m basically 30, and things aren’t exactly in tip top shape. To be honest, I’m surprised that my liver and other essential organs aren’t shriveled up into little black nodules, held together with a mass of dried capillaries and congealed lumps of cholesterol. So I hear about this fruit detox diet from somebody, and I figure, why the fuck not. I’ve stacked on a few kilos after getting into a heated argument with the pavement coming off a motorbike at stupid speeds, and this might give me a little boost. My organs could probably use a bit of a shine, or, at least a small breather. After all, I’m not technically dead yet, I might need em some day, so I’d better do something nice for them every once and a while.

So, here’s the plan – eat fruit – a fuckton of it, and ONLY fruit, for a week. Then I can get back to killing myself with pizza and beer.

Welp, here goes.