I unsuccessfully attempted a juice cleanse a couple years ago.
I was prepared. My fridge was full of apples, ginger, kale and beets; My Breville juicer was clean and ready to go. I was not, under any circumstances, going to have caffeine or solid food. I’d be subsisting on fresh juice for 4 days, and I was going to love it.
I couldn’t wait for the promised feelings of euphoria. I’d be so calm without caffeine that I’d give meditating a try. My bloated stomach would be so flat, I’d finally see where my hip bones had been hiding all these years.