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I’ve never bought into fad diets. Why would I want to subject myself to a diet of grapefruits or no carbs when I could just run a few extra miles to counter my splurges? But lately, I’ve been hearing whispers about something called the Blueprint Cleanse (a.k.a. “the cleanse for foodies”). Some chef friends I know have tried it. Even the F&W marketing team has some fans. I’m not looking to lose weight, but after a week of nonstop late-night eating and drinking, I decided that my body might benefit from a spring detox. So I signed up for a three-day “foundation” cleanse (one and five-day cleanses are also available).
For three days, I will be eating nothing and drinking nothing but juice. No morning coffee, no wine, no solid food. I had planned a last hurrah dinner at Convivio the night before starting my cleanse, but upon reading the fine print (“NO farewell-to-solid-foods-with-a-steak-and-martini dinner the night before you start. You will NOT be a happy camper by the end of Day One. And that's a promise.”), I decided Michael White’s sinfully good pastas would have to wait.
My three days worth of juices were conveniently delivered to my office yesterday. I get to drink six per day, and the bottles are numbered in the order I’m supposed to drink them and are packed in cute little individual coolers. My daily calories will come out to about 1,100, comprised of the following: green juice, pineapple-apple-mint juice, green juice, spicy lemonade, green juice, cashew nut milk. I’ll be blogging the next few days about my progress. My friends are all betting that I don’t last one full day.