As told in all the fasting books, the fast is the easy part - it's breaking the fast that's usually the challenge. The mind likes to get ahead of what the body can handle at this point... and I have to admit this did happen to me. It all started with the best intentions!
As you know, the fast wrapped up with the juiciness of melons. The following morning (day 2), we enjoyed some more cantaloupe for breaky and proceeded to much here and there throughout the day on grapefruit, celery, and ginger kombucha. By dinner we enjoyed an amazing papaya, sprinkled with spirulina and bee pollen. It was heavenly! I could definitely tell my stomach had shrunk, so small amounts of food at a time were in order... it was so nice to be eating again! This was the first full day of eating, and all went well - I felt good which was my indicator.
On day 3 post-fast we had green juice, and more fruit. I felt really good! Then something interesting happened... We met up with Eva that evening for a Bikram yoga class and I have to say it was one of the best in my life - by that I mean it was absolutely effortless! There was a period a few years ago when I did Bikram every day because I lived near a studio, but since then I've had to settle for sporadic classes while visiting a city that offers it. The last time I took classes was in May when I went every day for a week while in Vancouver. I do yoga almost every day (I am a kripalu yoga instructor), but Bikram is a whole other game in some ways, so I wasn't sure how rusty I'd be. I attribute the fast to my amazing practice that night. The heat didn't bother me once, my bow pose was better than ever (no doubt due to my clean bowels), I felt strong and flexible (the instructor even commented on my poses), and the class zoomed by faster than anything and I felt almost high throughout it! Why would I want to eat again, I thought?!... until we got home and had a durian waiting for dinner. Yummm... we dipped it in vanilla bean seeds and freshly grated nutmeg. Heaven!
Day 4 post fast I thought I was ready for a choccie shake similar to the one from my Summer Sippers post only using cashews and hemp seeds in place of the walnuts and coconut. Perhaps not the best idea. I drank it late morning, after green juice for breaky. It was fine at first, but then I guess it all hit my stomach and I felt full... this feeling stayed with me all day, like a little brick in my stomach. Despite not requiring any food, by the time dinner rolled around, I proceeded to eat a romaine/tomato/celery/nori salad with creamy nut dressing... and for goodness sakes, needed a little something sweet after that. I had brought a moon pie from One Lucky Duck all the way down here and kept it in the freezer for a post-fast treat - well we devoured it that evening, dipped in a vanilla sauce. Oh boy! Not a good idea. I have since carried on with normal eating - but I haven't felt the best, because I believe my digestive system didn't have the proper chance to get used to eating again. As a result of my burning passion to get back in the kitchie to create and eat raw desserts, I have been overly ambitious in this regard. As I write, it's been a week since finishing the fast - I will be much more careful about coming off the fast next time and actually treat it as a 12 day fast even if I am on juice for 7 days... then my mind doesn't get into the mode of thinking it's time to eat.
On that dessert note, here's an ice cream I came up with a few days ago... it started out with a plan to make the Vanilla Cardamom Ice Cream from my book and the funniest things happened: both young coconuts we bought had zero pulp inside, and then we couldn't find the cardamom anywhere in the house (of course, we found it the next day - darn it, those little fairies must have hidden it)! It was a sign from the universe that I had to create a new delightfully delicious treat.