What do you know?

Today marks 7 days of juicing. That for those of you counting is 7 days down and 113 to go. It is still as insane as day 1 but what can I say; we are fun and crazy kids! Or something like that. So what have the last 7 days taught me?
1. I can't be trusted. Nope not on your life. If you put a cake in front of me and left me to watch it, chances are it would be gone. Sorry, I hope you weren't saving that cake for anyone special cause I simply cannot explain where it has gone! Last night as soon as Mike walked out the door I made a beeline for the pantry. I went after a bag of pistachios and I went to town on those little bastards. My stomach wasted no time in sharing its disdain with me. It was still slightly unhappy when I woke up today. Mike on the other hand... that poor bastard found himself in the kitchen chewing bread and spitting it out before he had a chance to swallow. Seriously Jones? Not only that but he rinsed his mouth out to make sure he didn't ingest any of it. That reeks of crazy in my book. See we really are a match made in heaven.
2. I hate yoga. I know I've pissed and moaned all over facebook about the yoga debacle but holy shit that was an utter fail. I might give it another shot or something some time but really for the time being I just want to say fuck you yoga.
3. I love food, I love food, I loooove food.
I think I'm beyond the shenanigans. I hope that the next 7 days will be easier. I fully believe that my rubber gloves are magical and they have made this round of juicing easier. They seriously have magical powers of keeping me sane.
I don't know how many of you know this but I have an unhealthy aversion to having wet hands. It is hardcore, like I can't take long showers cause my hands prune up and it bugs the fuck out of me bad. So as you can imagine juicing means constant wet hands. Whether you're cleaning the bottles or cleaning a juicer, it was a constant battle of wet shit touching me. I got wiser this time around! Rubber gloves have saved my life. They're like magical, wonderful, love my life and juicer and magical gloves.
My pancreas is loving the shit out of this fast. The blood sugars have been under 100 every time I've checked. I got wiser this time around and have learned to adjust my insulin intake over night to avoid sudden lows and the fallout which would find me face deep in a carton of ice cream at 2 in the morning. Yep, that last reboot was kind of a fail. I'm curious how things will look at the end of this hair brained 4 months.